(waltzing with water)

(waltzing with water)

I love
to sit by a
window and
stare at the rain out
there beyond the
glass falling
fast

my
sensitive
heart intrigued
by this thrill, by
its sheer
force of
will

I hear
the drumming,
pummeling, pounding
downpour, watch trillions
of droplets greet
the earth’s
floor

mimic
the pacing
of my heart beat
racing- although my soul
craves slow, it craves
soft gentle
flow

I thought
the intensity was
the appeal, the draw, but as
I sit here in awe of the velocity
shift I am totally trans-
fixed

mesmerized by the (m i s t) m i s t

these micro droplets waltz through their ballroom with ease
not fighting with the wind but dancing with the breeze
caressing the flowers, the earth, the trees
laying soft dewy kisses upon their leaves

gliding and floating in an effortless drift
bestowing upon me a special gift
some believe the sound of silence does not exist
but I assure you the sound of silence is the sound of the mist

and I am (t h a n k f u l) t h a n k f u l

thankful for mother nature, for this spectacular show
for keeping me, spectator and student, on my tiptoes
as I follow the misty waltz move forward and to the side
slowly counting and stepping together in stride

and it is (b e a u t i f u l) b e a u t i f u l

though there is great power behind rain that bangs its fists
and the allure of downpours is hard to resist
remember there is strength, magic and bliss
if you're waltzing with water,

if you are the (m i s t) m i s t

@paige.thepoet