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another morning
rain gently tapping windows
abandoned cobwebs
Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens
longing for sunlight
amid the dampness and cold
childhood memories
My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.
Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves
Light across the sky
Beauty of Seattle’s sky
Patience of flowers
the soul of a tree
life with bark skin forgotten
ghostly echoing
pattering outside
gutters groan quite loudly
blessing my rain gear
Well, quite the rain to wake up to. Not monsoon like, but still rather heavy.
I hope your Tuesday meets all your goals and desires.
southern wind challenges
trees bending with the waves
seagulls’ airborne dance
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 