Rain

I have got mushrooms growing on mushrooms.

Enough rain already.

Ice, Ice Baby

How unpoetic..... A vanilla ice rap song. I am content with my coffee and things I need to do today. No hurry. No worry. Peace, Quiet. Love.
Thinking about one of those Caribbean cruises I have been on.

12:43 AM

Light dances on the walls.
A distant rumble rolls across the room.
The light gets brighter
The rumbles get louder.
Brightness and sounds grow.
I arise and go to the sun room to watch the storm.
Goose is spooked and appears to be running,
Looking,
Searching.
The rain starts,
The lightning flashes.
The thunder booms.
The phone rings, The lightning flashes, the house shakes.
That was a close one.
Again, A flash, A ring and a boom.
The cats are agitated.
Slowly the lightning moves away,
The sounds grow fainter.
The only sound is a gentle rain.
A needed refreshment of the land
Light dances from a different direction.
Time for more sleep.