Enticing Raindrops

Sprinkling raindrops, teasing me as I write, watching words being written, dropping down upon my journal now and then, leaving wet splotches smearing the black ink. Nevertheless, this mere poet continues to sit in the out- doors, writing of what is going on good-naturedly, a smile upon my face. Mirth within my being, happy to be such a part of nature, enjoying this immensely, not worrying about a rain storm at all. Laughing at the timid raindrops, enticing them to continue falling without yelling at them, feeling like they belong to me now in this poem.