on Sunday
I woke up to droplets
of rain tap dancing on
my windows.
“God is crying. He is
not pleased with us.”
Made in his image, yet
we destroy everything we
touch.
I would cry, too.
And, I do.
on Sunday
Tag: Weather
sweet saving graces
A senryu
these precious children
push joy deep into my soul
sweet saving graces
We enjoyed ourselves at my cousins’ house earlier today. This evening has proven to be such a great evening, considering I was without power for nearly 8 hours, but blessed to have spent most of my day enjoying it with family.
I am taking a short break away from blogging and reading to simply experience every precious moment that I can during this holiday.
I will return this coming Tuesday morning, December 27, 2022.
Happy Holidays, beautiful people. Enjoy Christmas as much as you can, if you celebrate it. Remember, you can be kind first; always be kind, first.
as the rain falls
a one-line poem
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
weird weather days
the workday ends just
before the rain beats
down the window panes–
loud plops shake me from
a drowsy state.
trying to get through the
last hour of the day
before a power outage is
an act in dodging anxiety
when working from home.
the dog tilts her head and
lifts her ears at attention–a
thunderclap announces its
presence followed by
a lightning strike.
my fingers tap away at
the keyboard–thankful for
the cutoff time of the
day at just the right moment.
lights flicker but manage
to stay on.
these weird weather days
have me shaking my head,
but there has been no
levels of drought, and
I will be grateful for
whatever form of minor
weather inconvenience
comes our way.
it could be a lot worse.
Originally shared via LinkedIn after a long day’s work.
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