Rain Came Softly

You come softly, today

Easing over the mountain ridges

slowly, as if looking around

to see

the places you'll bless

upon your arrival

At first you whisper,

the hushed sound

of your voice

a gentle mist

then you speak

out loud,

the story more forceful

as your mist becomes

a curtain

that curtain

finally rain

Rain which softens

the harsh edges

of the naked, shivering

trees,

dimming the fading

autumn light, and

cloaking fall, with

the whisper of winter

in your wake.

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