A sultry evening, sunshine stays.
Rain clouds hover between its rays.
Chilly breeze provokingly plays,
lifting branches. Foliage sways.
Drizzle descends, a gentle mist.
Plants and flowers are softly kissed.
A watering doth thus persist,
in garden, meadow and forest.
Light showers brush away the dust,
which settles with each swirling gust.
Moisture seeping into earth’s crust.
All elements have got it sussed.
© Ernestine Northover
Ernestine Northover
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/softly-kissed/
