TUCKED IN BED

I am cradled in soft, warm comfort. A cool breeze brushes my face and whispers in my ear. The gentle rhythm of rain falls outside my window. All is quiet and cozy.

RAINY EVENING

I stand on the porch. Raindrops fall with quiet gentleness, Stroking my face; Running their fingers through my hair; Dancing on my shoulders. Their fragrance is sweet. Their pungent mix intoxicates me; Comforts my soul, Delivers my mind from noisy thoughts Until I’m still within. Coolness holds me close, Enfolding me in soft, breezy arms;

THUNDER STORM

Boom-ba-boom, boom,boom! Thunder rolls across the sky. Bright light flashes everywhere; Please let it not stay dry!   Drum rolls sound again. Then lightning illumines all. Now I hear the happy sound: The music of rainfall.   Wind and rain pound hard On the windows, roof and walls. All stay safely tucked inside, Till summer