Rainfalls

Thanks Deborah. I believe on times that the sentiment of what we write is bourn from something we feel inside. That day - I remember it vividly- was filled with uncertainty (as most in that line of work), and the pounding rain off the windows, the windows being opened and hearing the heavy swoosh as the heavens opened. Fretful and delighted... I took pen to paper. The thoughts of what comes next..the sun drying everything, the smell of warm tarmac and grass, the swaying of the trees in the warm wind..and the "My wasn't that a storm" feel. Like the feeling of home... no matter the outside world, the cozyness of your own bed will never be replaced.

Thanks Jess and M.R. Jie.... feeling more comfortable with letting things go.... into the great beyond for others to admire... or be inspired by.

Thanks. I've been nervous about putting this one up actually. I was working one rainy morning when all this came to mind. Its been one favorite of mine forever... haven't gotten one to out do it yet.