"To be a poet is neither a condition nor a profession. It is a confession."
Oh wow. That is perfection! Can I come over?I love how the title feeds into the first line: "Raindrops applauding in the(e)" ... It makes me think of internal rain, which is obviously gorgeous. Because of course we have weather going on inside us --- and not just in the nasty digestive way; in the figurative, poetic way. ;)"listening to millions of raindrops applauding my decision" ... I love this part. It could secretly be about any type of decision. This is my very favorite kind of poetry. My imagination could turn it into a poem about so many things. See, to me, this is about a young pregnant girl who has just decided to keep her baby. (That's why there's a line break after "t(w)o." Then the millions of raindrops applauding her decision are the aborted babies who are happy that this one is going to have a chance to survive.I know that's not at all what you were thinking, but I like that I, as the reader, have permission to alter your intention.
Rain is a distant dream in the place i live now. Enjoy my friend :')
Now that's just lovely!
It is always a very personal delight when Nature lets us know she enjoys our appreciation,Elizabethhttps://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2017/05/07/milkweed-ancestors/
Oh, Mosk. This is perfection.