There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling rain & remember it is enough to be taken care of by myself.
I wish you could have been there for the sun & the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing & crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there.
the light came down like rain & we soaked it in for the winter
The clock ticked as loudly as rain on glass. I like trains because they make sounds that fit their bodies.
Her umbrella was filled with rain she had collected in her travels & on hot summer days she would open it up for the neighborhood kids & we would splash in the puddles & then it would smell like Nairobi or Tasmania & later on we would sit on the porch & eat ice cream … [Read More]
It was a summer’s night & the smell of the old rose bush was as heavy as rain & she asked me in & I followed her up those stairs till morning.
places where the light & rain get in with no regard for your virtues or reputation