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. To nurture.
Scarce and valuable,
this liqueur makes me giddy.
Sheltering my lens,
I dodge under the trees.
My determined heart longing,
longing to capture
to record
to preserve this memory.
Copyright 2013 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
