April 22, 2020 · 10:11 am
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The Rain Stepped Softly

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The rain stepped softly
over us last night,
kissing us with
sweet tenderness.

But we push her away,
telling her to leave us alone —
like the spoiled, unthankful
children we are.

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2 responses to “The Rain Stepped Softly”

  2. eremophila
    April 30, 2020 at 5:21 am

    Beautiful as always.

    Reply

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