Lazy winter rain …

winter mist fills the morning sky; a quilt held upon the still world, skims the head of swaying trees, falls on new leaves as silver dew, such a refreshing sight to view; its scentless scent enchants me, in a heap I lie, only awake partly, as these endless flecks of mist cloud my clear window … Read moreLazy winter rain …

The Music of Rainfall..

In the distance, the rumble of thunder; I hear the silent swish of a dark cloud, pregnant with rain – it floats toward me; I hear the first drop leave its dark bubble – it sings through the sky, fall with a plop onto the empty road; I hear the dust rise, petrichor – it … Read moreThe Music of Rainfall..