moist

the quiet murmur 
of warm rain falling softly 
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green

~kat

Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!

We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!

Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit