I hear birdsong from the front yard
and rain sounds from the back
the quiet whir of the ceiling fan above
with a napping dog on the floor
the silver keys are tapping
beneath my flying fingertips
I’m still in pajamas
even though it’s well past lunch
ah, yes, my favorite kind of day
breathe in
breathe out
just drinking in
the sounds of a quiet house
for the children
are with their Papa
the stars are bright in the night sky
I could see the craters on the not quite full moon
the breeze was but a whisper
temperatures are balmy
the air is still heavy with humidity from sequential days of rain
feels like a summer night
tank top
flip flops
and all
soon
for the school year
is nearly done
Hope is the first bud on the Peace rosebush on a rainy spring day. ~ Janean
the beauty of outside
is the walls hold in
the sound of the TV
and once the dog
stopped woofing
I could hear the quiet
of the night
no stars shine
a bit overcast
50% chance of rain
isn’t there always?
it either will
or it won’t
simple as that
regardless
this is the view
looking up
if you stretch out flat
atop the wooden deck
while the woofing dog
doesn’t ask questions
just lies down beside me
then shhhhhh’s too
I love being outside
even in the dark
of night
I awoke to
saturated grass
puddles on the pavement
water still falling
not in torrents
nor gentle kisses
steadily
in giant drops
until it stopped
blue sky peeked
as storm clouds
disappear
my sunglasses
were left at home
damn
now I need them
sun’s too bright
I wanted rain today
wind whooshing
clouds hovering
darkness falling
the moon is full
yet hidden from view
no wonder I’m moody
sorta melancholy
a storm is brewing
for sure
better watch out
and take cover
before the rain falls
in torrential torrents
for the wind foretells
the power
about to be
unleashed
bring it on
rain soothes me
even by the bucketful
the rhythmic sound
the pelting moisture
anticipating
on the morrow
‘til then
‘night
I ran away from home this morning
in pajamas and polka dot rain boots
my husband knew I wasn’t going far
especially with just a quarter tank of gas
and a phone less charged than that
it’s not even raining
I just like the colors
of the dots
I have a big sweet puppy dog as a foot warmer.
We just came in from a thirty minute walk on a gray, rain spittin’ day.
There is another hour before it’s time to pick up the children from school.
I may rest my eyes for just a bit…
Or write, while the puppy is still, and my house is too…
Quiet, except for the ticking if the clock and tapping of the keys.
I am thankful for warm toes and this great big baby canine, napping at my feet.
Turquoise Tangles 