Schmit Family
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5 August 2008 10:46 pm


As I lay on the edge of sleep,
rain drops pitter patter on my tent
like the footsteps of a hundred children running.

As I drift away,
I overhear the rain talking.
What does it say?

As I wake,
the foggy sunlight evaporates the message of the rain tangled in my dreams.
I reach for them with the fingers of my mind,
but, as I grasp, they disappear.
So, I stop and let them linger until every drop is gone.

Double H Ranch, New Mexico
26 July 2008

Posted by geoff at 22:46 in /poetry