I awoke to silky rain.No thunderous clouds boiling the morning skies,
nor fists of lightning pounding the heavens.
Just cool, smooth drops that gather on leaves,pool together with a common goal,
and stream down to heal.
Scarce and valuable,
this liqueur makes me giddy.
Sheltering my lens,
I dodge under the trees.
My determined heart longing,
longing to capture
to preserve this memory.
Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman