The Dreamer Is Called ForthWhen I hear rain, (in which I am right now) it takes me to a mystical, dreamy place that seems is em
I go to a place that I'm secure, safe, calm, and feeling love.
I'm holding a love's hand, warm. Being close in a snug embrace, willing the rain not to cease.
It is slightly gray out, with a misting rain, or a slow, steady rain. Outside, melting into his arms and feeling the light spray of trickling, cool showers, a
kiss on my forehead tingles with a drizzling deluge.
The sound of this entrancing wonder around me is not unlike Love- almost as ethereal and sublime as the FEEL of it; soothing, pure mystique. It never washes AWAY anything within me..it brings forth a desire, a need within, through the sound and aura- I become quenched .