The rainy season.
First drops fall soft as cool dust,
sting like memory
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4 comments:
I like this. This is so real to me. I felt it in my heart.
Thank you, Anna V, and welcome to Moon. Feel free to explore the archives...
Lovely and a bit haunting too.
"soft as cool dust"
With that metaphor, you've given the reader a new way of experiencing rain. ^_^ I love drizzles myself (the umbrella stays hidden).
Great wordplay.
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