through my veins
I know if I offed myself, it would be different
I know there would people who would cry
I know I would be leaving my mom alone, with a son who already is falling in this world
I know that if I did this, he would be gone
I know that my grandparents could...
Our home is stone with a metal roof. You cannot see the metal from the inside unless you are in the kitchen which has a wood cookstove. The metal is exposed between the rafters as the chimney exits the kitchen providing a wonderful drum for the rain! I love to sit and listen...
pouring rain for days. just let the water pour over me and not push me away. just pour onto me and split into all kinds of directions once it finds me. Finally a feeling of importance and apreciation between Mother Nature and me, alone. Washing all the aching off me for as long...
Of heaven and thaw
And rain to grass
The dew of love
And chirping nights
Crickets to the ribs
Humming to your tears
Frogs to your woes
Croaking your fears
Like any other
Thinking of you.
that unexplainable smell during/after its rained/raining. And when its paired with a beautiful sight like the image above how can you not just sit back and enjoy the droplets that fall from the sky adove.
Its hypnotic and chaotic...I trace a wobbly but majestic heart on glass... lean in close enough to warm the window with my breathe...The outline of the etched heart contrasts beautifully with the rest of the foggy glass..With perfect mischievousness I add strawberry kisses...
as I usually like to do, and as I opened my front door and stepped outside it started to pour rain, I absolutely adore the sound of rain, the freshness in it's scent, and watching it land on all of the leaves and the ground.Now I am sitting on my front porch enjoying this little...