An Analogy of Rain

There’s something about driving in the rain.  I’m not sure what it is, maybe its just the grey of the sky, or the memories that flood in, but the wipers flick at a certain beat, and time seems like a vague concept.

I’ve lived a life that I cannot sometimes comprehend.  The way the moonlight shines through the trees, creating shadows at night fills me with a warmth I never expect.  A cold night wind takes that feeling away every time, but it WAS there, I FELT it.

(poem) - A Day Made for Writing

Sometimes the sky
Just begs to rain
Yet all it does
Is make the sunlight wane

The darkness of rain clouds
Covers the land
And a cool breeze makes you think
A storm is at hand

Yet the ground stays dry
No matter the humidity
That makes everyone’s hair
All big and poofy

This is a day
For dreamy contemplation
And sitting inside
Enjoying warm commemoration

I never view a day like this
As dark and dreary
Days like this make a dream
Seem like a warm memory

Something to be cherished
And cultivated
Grown into a plot
Of a novel to be celebrated

These are the days
That I enjoy experiencing
Even if they are really no good
For going out photographing

A dark grey sky
Is an invitation to write
To pull out creativity
And form stories with an ink blot

Scribble away
Mighty hand of mine
Write letters on this page
Make my stories shine

With a light that is not seen
Just like the window’s absent sunbeam
Make sure my wit it keen
For today I am writing a story, scene by scene.

--Dan

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(poem) - Fear of the Storm

Nothing like a good storm
To wash everything away
All the bad, all the good
All will be okay

Just as long
As lightning doesn’t hit
Something important
Like a power outlet

There’s nothing quite as sad
As the computers fateful, “POP!”
To make you know
That you are full in the dark

Its happened to me
Far too many times
I often dread seeing my home
In the weather alert’s lines.

Rain might wash it all away
But the electricity is something to be feared
For you never know
What destruction will be reared

Hopefully the storm
Will pass on by
Without leaving much
To clean up with a sigh

Rain nourishes
As it falls upon
Just wish it didn’t come
With all those extra electrons

Sounds like the rain
Is letting up
So it is time
For me to go sup

So I say,
“Let the rain fall upon my head
And pass me quickly by
Not fulfilling my utmost dread.”

--Dan

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