After A Week Of Sun


Wet and gray,
I love the these mornings.
Time seems to stop.
The dramatic dripping on the roof,
the light haze on the hills,
the muffled effect the clouds have
on the whistling
and chattering of the birds;
it all works to slow you down.

The rain cleans the air,
replacing the impurities
with comforting scents.
the organic
and earthy smell of the soil
is bolder than everything else.
faint hints of clean linen
and the aroma of morning coffee
lingers through the house.
It’s the perfect kind of day for reading;
your mind has been quieted
and distractions eliminated.

Drink it up,
for when the sun returns
we will all quicken our pace again.

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