morning rain
rooftop’s gentle rattle
tranquil happiness
poetry, prose, and photography

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

With summer’s end here
And the rain’s song calming me
I now seen brown leaves
The past few days have truly felt like autumn. Rainfall, in particular, reinforces that for me. I hold many cold and soggy memories, for that is the lot of Seattle folk.

As autumn flows in
Rain and lightening descending
I’ll remain indoors

In this morning’s rain
I remember these flowers
From yesterday’s sun

Rain falls gracefully
Flowers forgot the sunlight
This moment passes

The morning rain fell
Pulling the petals downwards
Springtime memories
Memories motion
Drifting about my psyche
Within the rain and fog

This rainy darkness
The sun has not yet risen
Pursue excellence
There’s so much to accomplish early in the day. Before others are awake and the manic vigor rages forth. I love this time of day, when potential feels unlimited. When I’m bounded solely by my ambition.
What’s your favorite time of day?