Sitting in the car, in the rain, waiting on trains
Thoughts splashing around our brains, like…
“It’s raining and we’re held up, so naturally the bladder wakes up!”
“’Passing trains’ is a nice title for a book or a musical group…”
“How ‘bout ‘Transports Passing’, or…”
“Wait! Speaking of transport passing, I really gotta go…” and the trains end
Travel takes the thoughts off of pressing matters.
A field
rough as a corncob
softens in a gentle winter rain
To have green pretty ground
You have to have rain
And with rain you’ll get
Green pretty ground
So, without rain touching
you throughout your life
You are definitely not
Green pretty ground
Morning mumbling of
low thunder rumbles greet me
then robust rainfall
TR
O, wet days
piled on top of one another
dreary, gloomy, trudging
through slippery wet streets
watching the drippy eaves
gray, colorless earth and sky
cold, windy air
mist drizzling lacy, reflective
wetness over everything until
this morning when
I noticed the full moon shining
on one side of the sky and
the dawn radiating a thin red line
from the other side of the sky
O, dry days
Actually, I only felt overcast for one moment yesterday. I’ve been enjoying the moisture, but the past week of wetness has made up for the weeks and weeks of dryness back in Kansas. I think I’m no longer dry, so I’m glad that heaven’s perspiration is stopping now, because I would have needed a sunlamp.
TR
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