Rainwater Tide Pools

    Whispers across a dewy field tell of the morning rain. Rainwater tide pools linger to preserve its memory. Softly trickling, the tide pools begin to empty, soon they too will be gone.

    

    Golden grasses that have long been dormant stir from their sleep in the soft current, as light Spring breezes whisk away the wintry air. Rippling, the surfaces of the tide pools tremble in the wind. Ripples, the breezes of water, coax the grasses to sway, their gentle touch gliding softly over each sleepy blade, not yet awake. Submerged in the tranquil waters, some smile in their sleep, unaware of the waters' silent farewell. 

    With one last caress, one last ripple, the waters recede from the swaying grasses, and the grasses sway no more. Still sleeping in blissful oblivion, they wonder if the memory of the gentle touch of rainwater tide pools was all a dream.