It was nice of you to visit To stop by and go for a run with me
a welcome surprise
You entered so quietly And grew in intensity
It has been weeks maybe months it feels like forever
The gentle feel of rain on my morning run It is gentle it is cleansing
And it was nice to have you on my morning run
A breeze picked up from the east I picked up a scent of rain and wind, and suddenly I was running on the banks of the Rappahannock river many years ago
Rain, thank you for being with me today It’s that time of year
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
I would love to hear you opinion as well