Sweet Rain


I’m listening to you fall

I don’t feel sadness from your sound

You grow louder and heavier

As if hearing my enthusiastic silent call


Something inside me awakens

I need to feel you, see you, touch you

You sting my skin with your ice-cold touch

I am overtaken –


By the exhilaration of your freshness

Your excitement, your intensity, your ethereal ways

I feel at home


Slowly I sway

And begin to spin

Swiftly I fall

Drenched in your Beaujolais


You reveal to me a hidden past

Of beauty and mystic

A past I long to find out more about

A past to revisit and holdfast.


Take me home.


Melissa Coleman View All →

I’ve always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people and the decisions they make in life. I love engaging with the projects I work on, diving headfirst into the research, investigation, and production of stories and articles I feel are worth writing about.

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