Things Poetic

growth scattered light, pin pricks in the sky, reflections off raindrops, mirror balls of the trees refreshing and  then life returns what was dead, dry,  is now green growing out of its slumber towards the light  scattering

 Rain rain rain whispering, it softly drifts through the air, softly coating leaves on trees, blades of grass slowly bending as the drops coalesce  falls with a soft splash, barely heard Wind drifting the mist across the fields in the distance air slowly cleaning itself refreshed for the new day