It began to rain and I tilted my head towards the sky.
Something new is moving in with the late summer wind.
The temperature drops just a touch,
the water washes my skin,
and I look up into the sky as high as my eye will take me
think of you and smile
the way I always do ~
always do when I think of you...
I love those dark storm clouds
and how the chill in this August air
makes me feel so completely aware
that something exquisitely unexpected is coming towards me
traveling through the wind and rain
while I stare at the sky
on a stormy late
Poems I've written over the course of my life and recently.