
breaking through the rain
sunlight’s grace moves through the trees
birds dance on the wind
poetry, prose, and photography

breaking through the rain
sunlight’s grace moves through the trees
birds dance on the wind

set under the clouds
my city moves through the rain
while fueled by coffee
A rainy day here, just north of Seattle. One that brings me memories of northwestern Oregon. The winter rains in Astoria where my feet were my main mode of transportation. I guess that came from the heavy weight of the rain drops along with their coldness.
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rain is predicted
delights pluviophiles
Seattle winters
As a live-long Seattleite, I hold a certain fondness for rain. One tempered with topical annoyance, and occasional despair. Yet, for the most part, I enjoy rain. The sound upon my roof. Watching the rain from a street-side cafรฉ, listening to jazz. So much of my life revolves around liquid precipitation.
rain will soon fall
I will feel the warmth
of memories
Posted this earlier today on my Instagram feed. I wanted to share it with you, too.

under damp branches
swaying underneath the breeze
stump returns to earth