Like petals of flowers
opened in the new fallen rain
the whispers of dew on the leaves
of a willow tree

Wash of the water against the rain soaked
tire
Slithering down the glass glistening
window pane

Whisper winds as it lifts the chiffon
from the window sill
Click clack of the silver spoon
against the tea cup of jasmine

Tendril of curls lie soft along
the curve of chocolate soft cheeks
A smile curves the line of a dimple

He calls her name