Friday, July 7, 2017

On this Friday

[Another wonderful summer rain rolled in and covered everything is a significant amount 
of wetness. But the flowers!....]

And the rain came.
I sat alone in quiet
Writing my thoughts.
I whispered to myself
As I sat on my cot.
The room became darker
Darker than before
And sky began to thunder
As my skin paled.
And the rain came.
In thunderous sheets
And pounding pellets from the sky
I shuddered and hunched down.
Hoping it would blow by
My thoughts were on other things
But not for long
Not with the unrelenting throng
I needed to listen
And soak in the sounds
When the rain came
I was found.

[Happy happy crochet Friday. Happy crocheting this weekend.. maybe in the a storm.]
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