#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

Rain April 2004 Rain. The taste, the smell, the feel & essence.   That cold purity of Nature. The freshness that only comes after a storm, The feel of the drops on my skin Flowing down my back, Through my hair, Clinging to my eyelashes. Rain. Drizzle....
Micro Fiction: Rain (55 words)

Micro Fiction: Rain (55 words)

Drip. Drip. Drip. A puddle was beginning to form. The perimeter was rapidly growing. Drip. Jake looked up to see the water falling. A large drop fell on his nose, splashing his eyes. He blinked and sighed deeply. It wasn’t that he didn’t like rain; he just wished that...