Rainy Season Morning
The gray cat pressed against my knee,
saved from the rain
that patters
on the tile overhang
outside the bedroom window.
Thunder
like the great world’s indigestion,
muffled chirp of birds
under palm leaf shelters.
This morning is gentled
by the steady rain.
The massive palm frond,
made lazy by the weight of rain
that colonizes its narrow avenues,
sways sways in the gentle wind.
Dark skies,
as though the day cannot find us.
8:44 a.m. Thursday.
I pull the quilt over us
and birds fly as the frond
sways violent in a stiffer wind.
A visual feast.
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I love rainy days and the music it makes. You capture the feeling well in your verse. Enjoy snuggling into that quilt and give the cat a scratch between the ears for me.
brian
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Right after I wrote this, there were two unbelievably loud and long crashes of thunder. End of the world thunder and the skies opened to a huge deluge of rain. Now three hours later it is over. Still overcast but not the all-encmpassing fog.. Clouds and I can see the far shore. The cats have nearly crowded me off the bed..all three of us in 1/3 of the bed with me on the outer edge. Ollie is having a bath but Kukla still dead to the world. I’m just trying to stay warm but the dogs started agitating for me to go down to the studio an hour and a half ago. They like curling up on the floor there and protecting me plus they know there are doggie treats down there.
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Very beautifully penned!
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Thanks, Lucy.
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Hmmmm, I, too, love the rain, but its accompanying congestion isn’t always soothing.
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Nicely captured
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What a wonderful set of vignettes — I can just imagine you suddenly pulling the covers over yourself to protect from the thunder!
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It was ironic that the minute I completed this calm vignette, there were those two colossal sky-splitting cracks of thunder and a deluge.. the exact opposite in seconds.
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