Misty Rain

On our walk the morning as we made the turn down a tree filled lane we were greeted in the silence by a tender…misty rain. We could feel a slight coolness brush agains our face… and yet so delicate were her droplets that we did not get wet. So light…so mild was that touch of rain we barely could perceive her so gentle even the most fragile flowers had to lift their petals to receive her. I looked up to try and glimpse the mist floating against the backdrop of the dawn but as quickly as she started…that misty rain was gone And once again I had to smile as I thanked the rain for the simplicity of her greeting reminding me to enjoy both life and beauty… for both of them are fleeting.