Rainy, dreary day
dog rests sweetly in her bed
no sunshine for us
Peace and blessings, beautiful people. Here’s hoping all of you will have a loving, safe, and blissful day. May the new year protect you and gift you with what you need and want. 2021, let’s hope it’ll remind us of hope.
NaPoWriMo #30
I wake up to the sound
of heavy rain landing
in puddles on the ground
the dog snores then exhales
I push myself up
from the comfort of a bed
that loves me more than
this weather ever could
10 hours ahead of me
screening and registering
patients, and the beat
goes on . . .
NaPoWriMo #20
we didn’t the beat the rain
it falls like shattered pieces
of human souls struggling to
get their lives in order
I fear trying to protect us from
that kind of downpour
maybe we’ll come out
unscathed or maybe we’ll
be drenched with so much
pain that our hearts
expand two sizes.— A Cornered Gurl (@trEisthename) April 20, 2020
This morning, I allowed myself more time to simply rest in bed after opening my eyes. I did not peel myself away from the comfort of my pillowtop until well after 8 am. This resulted in me trying to walk Jernee in a massive downpour as the rains decided to shower down in sheets on us. But, I never felt more alive than I do right now. Peace.
The Rains Came
Robbie clicks his tongue, summoning a new day, the rains came along to cleanse what has been made dirty. Jaimie is still asleep. Her five-year-old dreams cause her to smile… Angels are watching over her. She snores lightly, unaware of the half-man/half-devil waiting not too far from their door. He toys with the blade, licks his sharp teeth, and smacks his lips.
He measures the distance from the bushes to her window. From the bushes to their front door. From the bushes to their beaten up, midnight blue sedan, and then counts…
He counts the number of minutes it takes him to beat the sun and kill again. Dawn does not wait for him, it awakens to the birds’ songs.
Just one more, he thinks. Just one more.
the rain comes in waves
soaks me up to my waist
and sweeps at my feet
in its gripping presence
I stand
before a torrential downpour
begging to be spared
but the only answer I get
is a deluge
mowing past my building
drenching everything in its
