Thin morning clouds
hovered and grew
Thunder muttered
Rain spattered then
poured in sheets
Fragments of blue sky
peered through ~
gone in an instant
air fragrant with moisture
Evening clouds
ride high and spent.
“I love the smell right after a storm.”
~ Elijah Wood
Clouds thick and lowering
Thunder rolling across the city
Flicker and flash of bright lightning
Trees lashed about by unruly winds
Rain bucketed straight down,
undeterred by wind
Drains stopped by stray leaves,
My red clogs splashed to clear them
reached with a long poled squeegee
Tonight calm, damp and cool.
“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter.
I can smell your damp on the breeze and
in the sky I see the halo of your violence.
Storm I know you are coming.”
~ Robert Fanney,
(Author of science fiction and fantasy)
A good morning
That’s what I call it
The sun is up
Even if it’s behind thunder clouds
Even if it is pouring rain
As long as I’m awake and
putting my feet on the floor
it is a good day
there may be
tears,
frustrations,
interruptions
but they may be mixed with
smiles,
sunshine,
contentment and
the beauty of trees,
grass and flowers;
the kindness the community
as I go about my day.
If I believe
that all of the good
is coloured grey,
I will miss so much!
and so I wish you
A Good Evening!
“A day is a day. It’s just a measurement of time. Whether it’s a good day
or a bad day is up to you. It’s all a matter of perception.”
~ Donald L. Hicks, Look into the Stillness
