I heard the pounding rain
Long before I opened my sleepy eyes.
A steady beat waking me from my rest.
I was unwilling to start the day
But it's tapping at my window
From deep inside my dreams
To start the day.
The rain sings to me.
A rhythm of sadness.
That drops from the grey skies
and urges me to be brave
and push the sadness away.
A rhythm of promise
Especially in these early days of spring.
Dreams of buds shooting toward the sky
And the warm sun and blue skies
That come after the rain.
There were rainy days I loved
Early on when I first began to write.
Sitting in the chair by the window
My pencil poised to tap away gently at the page.
In time, the words would come faster
And pour themselves onto the page.
A rain of words telling their tale.
The rain and the rhythm and the words.
I am participating in the
March Slice of Life Challenge.
Each day we
post our thoughts.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Day 13 - Sunday Rain