all you see are shooting stars
in the midnight blue sky
you close your eyes
feel a soft breeze running its fingers
and playing with your hair
for a while…
you are all alone, but feel at home
in the darkness;
then quite suddenly,
you hear the trees, the leaves are dancing
you stay in place
your turned up face
you breathe in
the delightful smell
of the rain that is coming
By: KMH 2015