The drops, drip, drip, drip,
like a tapping on a shoulder.
It’s a soft invitation to
turn from all distraction.
Late autumn rain before
sunrise is a liquid prayer.
Such a vesper of the
new mercies which roll
off the roof.
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2 responses to “Vesper”
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There is nothing that can match the full sensory experience of rain; the distinct change in smell, the feel of the change in humidity, the dramatic change in the soundscape, all of it projecting a sense of abundance. A multi-dimensional blessing from from the heavens, changing everything on the ground.
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Oh, so good, Jasper. Well said!
Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.