Whispering to the Rain


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The heady scent after the rain

Stirs the soul, warms the heart,

Listen to the sound of a heavy fall

That stirs the trees with their leaves of fading green and flecks of brown,

Sky of grey moving slow

Autumn winds with much to show

That bring such sights to heavens high

To Grace thine eyes, that make one sigh

This season that some call fall

Beautiful autumn, with it comes such stories tall,

Full of mists and shadows dark

Full of fires that hiss and spark

Around them we sat gather, sit quiet there

And talk of creeping darkness and nights with many a bump and scare,

But for now the rain it falls

I watch and smile and with my demons plot and devils call.