Raindrops tap windows
Gusts rattling the dried leaves
Autumnal cold rain
The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves.
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Those evenings at dusk
Fashionable, Seattle style
Nights in my city

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory
So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.
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Smoke and haze return
Our murky air unpleasant
Awaiting a good rain
Greeted by grey skies
Whispers of rain on the wind
Noise of life: awake
Nightfall has arrived
The end of this perfect day
Sunlight shifting to rain