The Language Of Romance The Sequel

Yesterday, on my morning walk, (as usual…this happens by chance) I wrote a poem about nature… and her language of romance. It was a short poem that I finished early… (I don't mean to gloat) so I took the time left walking to read the words I wrote. I wrote about the birds in the sky and the creatures that inhabit the seas I wrote about the flowers and the mountains… the rivers and the trees. I originally only mentioned the wind and the messages all of the above contain… but when I reached the part about the wind… out of nowhere it began to rain. from the raindrops falling on my head… I was able to ascertain nature was trying to tell me something, , , this was a message from the rain. So I immediately added rain into my poem… and, with part of my walk still remaining, like magic…as quickly as it began… it immediately stopped raining. So it seems…even though I cannot speak the language of nature… (which I consider a great loss) sometimes nature finds a way… to get her point across.