Savor the Caress

Rain falls in its time,
cool mist on my face,
awakening tingling sensations,
surprisingly refreshing
pinpricks of cold and wet
on my warm cheek,
wrinkled and soft.
Savor the caress.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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