jet growls overheard
with rain falling gracefully
awaiting the dawn
Sitting here, finishing a poem, while preparing for my day.
poetry, prose, and photography
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

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves


Light across the sky
Beauty of Seattle’s sky
Patience of flowers

the motion of night
street lights hidden by the fog
birds are now asleep

southern wind challenges
trees bending with the waves
seagulls’ airborne dance