
as the rain's falling
branches sway in the breeze
after the sunset
poetry, prose, and photography

as the rain's falling
branches sway in the breeze
after the sunset
the morning's demands
I still find time to listen
to the morning rain

roses in the rain
lives lived underneath grey skies
between sunny days

Early morning
Well before dawn
Listening to the rain

through spring rains
flowers forced to wait
for summer's delight

sun upon petals
once the gentle rains have stopped
the joys of this life
sitting with my tea
where I am quite dry and warm
amidst the rainfall

the morning rains fade
clouds dancing upon the breeze
and, slowly, sunlight