YOUR VOICE IS LIKE RAIN NOW
your voice is like rain now
misty drips and droplets
falling on a far watercolor garden
pinks running into blues
happy notes in yellow rivulets
flowers looking out with hazel eyes
little wet bees and butterflies
here and there
do you have birds where you are?
the tiny wise ones that chirp in the morning?
do you sing to them as you once sang to me
before I fell asleep?