An Abecedarian A drop.Beads of water on the windowComing from the gray clouds hanging lowDripping plants are grateful for the waterEven I feel a bit of refreshmentFlowing into each creek and riverGreen grass, dark green, is our futureHear the sound, pitter patter, ’tis a comforting soundI feel it, do you?Just pause a moment, and listenKeep … Continue reading Rain