A drop of dew falls from the midnight sky.
It lands on my forehead,
My face turned up to the moon.
I am called inside by an unrecognizable voice,
But I don't care.
Drop by drop, more fall on my body,
Soaking me from the outside in.
The rain stops.
I look around.
I'm not the only thing soaked.
I see the beauty of the drops of water
That cover everything I can see
As I peer through the foggy mist.
The most beautiful of all
Are the raindrops on roses.
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Comments
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what a prretty analogy. thanks so much for sharing this woth me.
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This is so very beautiful...lovely write with soft flow and feeling of comfort...raindrops on roses are truly wonderful...excellent work...
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This is really pretty. I like how the speaker is so absobed in his own experience that he does not observe what has happened around him until after the rain is over.
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omg I don't know how you looked through all those options, but there were aaaaaaaaaa lllllllloooooooottttttttt!!!!!!!!! oh and "rain drops on roses and wiskers on kittens..." sorry, couldn't resist. Very nice imagery, but what was with the unrecognizable voice? seems very dreamlike, but not surreal. interesting. good luck!
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