Morning Mist

and the rain, it falls so slow, slips down the right side of my chest until it falls, resounding, on the ground before my feet, a path I take without a thought. and the rain, it turns to mist and fades away when my breath, a gentle sigh, meets the air before my face, a space I fill with what must come. and the rain, it falls so slow. and the rain, it falls so slow.