a rainy Sunday

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Photo by Kira auf der Heide on Unsplash

rain plops down
in big drops
the dog snores lightly
then stirs about–jolted
by a thunderclap

I hear the wind whistling
and move myself
gingerly out of bed

waking up to the city
full of puddles isn’t
something anyone
plans–I thought I’d
be washing my car today

it’s funny … how what
we have in mind as
our itineraries can be
shifted quickly by the sky

I guess it’s back to
relaxing and taking it
easy today–and I will
not complain

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