The music of the morning rain
just beyond my window pain
massaging the land with repetitious splashes of moisture.
Varying degrees of timbre and pitch
a choral cacophony
Fitting that nature should join my hearts phrase
Memories echo of long ago days
How many gallons have poured from the sky?
Can you pay that water bill? Neither can I…
Picking up pieces just tears of my heart
placing them down again,
oh where do I start?…
What’s about this paradigm of a need to say goodbye
he never did,
why should I?
it used to have us complain “you never say good-bye”
#neitherwilli #guessitstuck #noneed #stayawhile #ohmemorykeepmewarm
I’m glad it rained on this anniversary of your passing. #breathe