Pitterpatter raindrops
Fall upward from the roof
My high in the air chases my dreams away
Wine is heavier and heavenly
than ice when it’s red
Browbeaten muscles forgotten – relaxed
hand me down pictures burned in memory
but never toucherling the raindrops
my head ain’t wet
coz your umbrella loves me
L.G. Hill
December 2, 2006
Linda G. Hill 
Rain….yes, the rain. Nice.
Thank you, my dear. Long time, no see. I need to get to my reader more often. My bad. 😛
No worries….I know exactly what you mean….