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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
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.
The sun’s above clouds
Droplets’ vigorous descent
Crows raucously call
rain upon my roof
gentlest of rattles
pre-dawn darkness
Seattle’s rain falls
grey skies with shades of rich blue
perhaps we’ll see snow
awaiting dawn
light’s grace upon the dark clouds
rain’s song to the trees
Dawn may come earlier, but it’s still dark before I leave for work, still dark on many drive home. This, at times, challenges many mood. I work to stay cognizant of my minds health.
the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace
raindrops define me
their mumbled movement downwards
the earth’s gratitude
as night moves
the graceful neon dreams
rain falls
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 