Don’t run any more.
Quiet.
How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city.
How perfect
All things are…
~ Czeslaw Milosz, After Paradise
Source: Poem- inwardboundpoetry.blogspot.co.uk: Image: strangenumb
I can't sleep…
Don’t run any more.
Quiet.
How softly it rains
On the roofs of the city.
How perfect
All things are…
~ Czeslaw Milosz, After Paradise
Source: Poem- inwardboundpoetry.blogspot.co.uk: Image: strangenumb
Exquisite….
It is.
The music of the raindrops require out attention – if only to remind us of how magnificent their sounds are. Love it.
Yes! Me too…
just listen and take it all in.
There is much to listening to raindrops.
beautiful sense of peace…
It is…
Beautiful, the sound of the rain and yet, running in the rain is beautiful, too.
Yes, warm rain that is. Easy for you to say in S. Florida friend.
🙂
We complain about the rain on the west coast, but when it’s too dry all summer, we’re crying for a few drops. Sometimes in the winter, it’s too much of a good thing. We need some balance, but if I had to take it or leave it, I’d go for the rain, of course.
Me too Anneli.
So simple, huh?! 🙂 Happy quiet Sunday, David!
🙂 It is Marina. (not)
Absolutely stirring & beautiful, just like a rainy day.
Cheers Aquileana 😉
Thanks Aquileana.