Gentle

As gentle as the rain come after
storms that last and light the rafter.
Gathering at the brink of day
tiny puddles find their way
flowing to the sovereign ground
then on to sea where they are found
Gentle as the drops of dew
sprinkled 'round that will find you
leaning in to smell the rose
tickling love upon your nose.
Gentle as the falling leaf,
the winged dove, the cave that speaks
of rushing water finding way
a dripping, gleaming stalactite day.
I see the cave and know it's secret
perfect year round temp and in it
gentle quiet, perfect darkness.
Feel the contrast to our experience.
As gentle as the rain come after
storms that last and light the rafter.
Water flows around us still
and makes its way down any hill.
Quietly we watch the journey.
Gently falling, life's own yearning.