she can almost hear it whisper her name.
Drops softly caress her skin
The worries of the day are washed away
Peace comes over her
Head thrown back, arms to the sky,
her laughter echos through the night
as her dance, with the rain, begins.
Something new. Picture to words. For those who love to write and those who would love to write. I fall in the latter. LOL As I have been told, my secret is out. So, my first entry and my first attempt. Any advice will be welcome here.
This combines two of my favorite things, pictures and words. To learn more....click here.