gentle rainfall
taps upon my windows
and rooftop
Gentle Rainfall
gentle rainfall
taps upon my windows
and rooftop
poetry, prose, and photography
gentle rainfall
taps upon my windows
and rooftop

lying awake
morning darkness
and memories

through the Autumn rain
jewels beading upon these leaves
I'm exhaling fog

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsย

attempting movement
I’m mostly stationary
solace through singing

this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice

Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving