Dirty weather. Dirty streets. Ducking into a cafeon a cold, wet New York afternoon. Drinking in Union Square…
It came After a long summer Season And gave me a good reason,To cultivate crops…
You felt like a blanket during the bone-chilling nights of December.
the slow easeof a rainy dayseeps in like a beautifully sad song.i coil back inside my bonesand stay for…
On my window and outsideIs the patter of beingsNeither known nor namedIs both the descent of LifeAnd Life’s meeting with Earth…
The drops pound away.
The Rain has stopped.
nature calls and shareslike winds blowing through the treesit will capture us