Wet in the west

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Fine rain
tears on the landscape
a misty addition to the already wet.

Not a day to wander
rather ponder
consider
rest and recover
from a monsoon of activity
recently fallen.

There is no rush
to do
to be
anywhere
but here.

There is time
to linger …….as another day passes
to think …….. of possibilities
to dream ……. of warmth and new life
to still…… the desire to always be active
to reconnect…… with my spirit.

Softening landscapes silently drain
a reserve that will assist future growth.

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