Facing Forward
Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch
I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic.
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.
Though late
I am not sleepy
I sit here, listening
Rain falls upon my roof
Forever, it seems,
I’ve loved that sound
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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Beautiful sound
Rain rattling gutters
The parched earth healing
Smoke and haze return
Our murky air unpleasant
Awaiting a good rain
As darkness descends
Violet mixes with the blue
Clouds racing the wind
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Woke to robin’s callÂ
The cool air calms my spirit
Rain upon the leaves
Gray clouds dominate
Moisture flows downwards slowly
Subduing our mood
