Oh how I hated to close the window!


The Smell of rain

Through an opened window

The sound of thunder

Awakened her

at the beginning

week five

Of recovery.

The excitement of a

late summer storm

The sky turning gray green

the raindrops falling

down, straight down

Towels around the window

soaking something splendid

summer storm, found a small way

blessing way

fresh onto her face

On a Sunday morning

On the first Sunday

dreamed for week 5

Of recovery

Rain, the smell of rain


One thought on “FACE STORM —very rough draft

  1. Needs so much work. Using my iPhone to actually do this, which is really tricky. Not much formatting or editing is available right now. But I wanted to get this done, the magical feeling of a storm coming in on your face.


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