rain hits different
walking downtown on Fall nights
don’t even feel wet
Misty Rain – Haiku
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Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 38 – In the Mist of Things
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m walking in the misty rain remembering what it’s like to be present in the moment. I talk along the dampened town streets about sometimes not being myself and needing a little nudge. Take a moment and bold your lines, shade yourself in when you start to fade. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Earth to Ash Podcast Episode # 24 – I’m Happy When it Rains
Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I talk about how you should still be happy even if it rains because it can make you feel completely alive. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
Enjoy!!
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Doorway to a Rainy Day
a chair with no back
black and white paint flicks all over it
it’s pulled to the threshold of a spring rain
where I was perched
at that tiny door under the house
I am mesmerized
I am tranquil
I am frozen
in awe
in comfort
in curiosity
as the small rain rivers push down our little lane
carving its fight
water from the sky stretching and stretching for something bigger
to the ocean that’s only a small way from our hamlet home perhaps
there’s a seagull struggling in the wind, I hope he makes it
I think about birds for a moment and gales
until buoys pull me away out there drowning over and over in the storm swells
boats rocked in all the wrong directions
kelp flaps clinging to moorings who never wanted them in the first place
then I catch a race
a bottle cap leads a fallen leaf
both carried along the curbside down the road
passing gravel traps and grass hazards
the cheers in my head grow loud as rain poured like applause
thunder even showed and lighting had to come too
to see this race and how small it was
a spectacle on a grand scale to me
the only fan of something worth an encore
it was then the rain stopped as the bottle cap did
by the fallen leaf
both stalled by the grate covered in debris
drifting and dancing together like memories do
Journal Entry # 180 – Be Someone Who Smiles in the Rain
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet. – Roger Miller
Weakness (Haiku)
Under this street light
pouring down rain in the cold
alone, and done wrong
Bike Writer # 2 – Your World, Your Words!!!
A writer is a world trapped in a person. – Victor Hugo
For That Moment
I sat one day.
Alone, on a palette chair.
Sit in spatters and their quiet stories.
Did watch as pebbles danced in entertain.
For granted, I was easily led.
So naive that tomorrow won’t go away.
It was a peace that drunk me.
There, emotion could never touch.
Strange was any voice of hurt.
All this in a moment.
Oh, how I miss counting out-loud with the rain,
a grey big sky with a smile…and
…my ignorant heart.
Journal Entry # 65 – The Rain
Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.
– Emily Logan Decens
No Pattern to the Mist
Hearing the rain reminds me of nights stayed in, There was always something soothing about the wind; The house shaking with every blowing gale, The lights would blink, the lights would fail; An extra blanket may be needed, it's bound to get cold, Holding the covers tight, the heat I must hold; The winds and rain violently crashing against the glass, Each and every gust so much different than the last; Whipping at the window no pattern to the mist, Sometimes the sounds would allow me to drift; I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, The storm outside sometimes defines how I'm feeling; As the rain pours down I get lost in my thoughts, I recall the memories I had almost forgot; Nowhere to be and nowhere to go, Whistling of the wind as it continues to blow; Tonight I’ll curl up to the howling pitter patters, For now at least nothing else matters.
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