The Rains come in Currents Like Waves on a Beach With such Unexpected Pleasure That's just out of Reach They come on so softly Like a bird in Free Fall Hands reaching for Raindrops Catching nothing at All Lasting only a Moment Like a Fleeting Embrace The Drops make a Memory On a Child's Upturned Face Have a beautiful day ~ dear friends. Photos Courtesy: Better Photo. com Poem Courtesy: Me
"The soul is the truth of who we are." Marianne Williamson