This morning’s calmness
My soul echoes in raindrops
In the puddle, sky
Facing Forward

Waking to rainfall
Bringing forth feelings of “home”
My soul echoing
With memories of drops
Gently rattling
Roofs and windows
When I, wrapped
Securely in blankets;
This world’s savagery
Still a mystery

Welcome November!
It’s supposed to rain today
This is Seattle

One more day of light
Soon, autumn’s fury descends
The callous winter
A cold, dark morning
Covers provide resistance
Though I must rise now
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.


Two beings I’ve long known
Moments from my childhood
Muppets filled my dreams