Dreary Day

Overcast, black and gray clouds, Saturated to the breaking point, Moisture begins to gently fall. I just washed my truck, A small sacrifice for spring flowers. Intensity has increased, Raindrops pounding on the awing, The drum beat of life. Water flows off the eves, Splashing  on the ground. Inside it is warm, delightful, Outside the … Continue reading Dreary Day