The early morning fresh rain
Gentle like blues
Dance away the grey dawn
Dance away the silence
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This is such a tactile poem. We can feel the rain refresh us just as it refreshed you. And that's the primary meaning of tactile, but I sensed another aspect of it. Everything in this poem is close at hand, nothing is far away or really absent.. And that's especially true of the person you address in the last stanza. You dont tell us about this person but whoever it is or was is fully present in the gentle touch of the rain, and that is just a beautiful consoling thought.
Lovely poem. I can feel the soft coolness of the rain, even as I read it. Such are the gifts of nature; and rain is one of them. You have brought out the wonder of it!
With beauty of nature! ! With the muse of the rain. Nice work.