The heart flutters with excitement
As the seasons change guard
Ever since it did in a lil’ girls backyard
It rained and rained. Then it rained some more
And awoke the buds after a peaceful slumber
Flirting, in the half- asleep, half -awake stupor
With a raindrop, that stayed as long as it could
And then bid adieu to the sombre bud
The dark dense clouds still so heavy with love
A raindrop too many’d soon descend from above…
In response to the The Daily Post: Weekly Photo Challenge – ‘Dense‘
Madame Zenista 
I love that picture! The way the light hits the drop of water — beautiful.
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Thank you- thats a minute observation, Sally!
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Love the image and how you describe the calm before the storm. The skies open, the rain falls and that’s how the little raindrop fell on the leaf…and then it wonders where to go. It is such a far drop below to the ground 🙂 Really like how you say there is love above in stormy clouds. Nothing like a bit of rain for the ground to freshen things up and add to the cycle of growth and life 🙂
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Wow- your words and thoughts flow like poetry. Your take on things is always seems so thoughtful.
Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely shot and yes the words too.
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Thank you, Rupali!
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Personally I think your words and thoughts flow like poetry.- see I even steak your words and thoughts… Your words amplify that drop into a life giving sustainable substance
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Oh thank you Abrie- so kind!
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I love your verse so full of anticipation. A beautiful companion to your photo
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Thank you for seeing it in the picture 🙂
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There is such an endearing calmness about everything you create, Madame Zenista. It always makes for a wonderful break from such a hectic world. It’s definitely a rare talent to be able to convey such serenity. Keep harnessing that perspicacious genius. I was born and raised in the north western part of Spain where it rains about nine months out of the year. Nothing more soothing and cleansing as a constant drizzle in ones daily walk though life. It’s healing.
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Thank you- such a beautiful and kind comment! You made my day…
Constant drizzle-that’s interesting. Yes- I agree. The smell of the earth and soaked flora- so peaceful and healing. It makes me slightly nostalgic and vulnerable, but in a good way.
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Yes, exactly! So true. I agree.
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Great poetry – love the moody image too 🙂
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Thank you kindly! 🙂
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