While waiting in the car on a rainy day, words came accompanied by the rhythm of nature…
Pit pat, pit pat raindrops there you
On the borders of my soul, composing music
as you roll.
Comforting bruises new & old, rocking me out
of my mould.
Turning nuisance into charm, when the curtains
Keeping sunshine at bay, eluding the realities
of night & day…