(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective … or is that the larger perspective in the smaller moments? You write, too.)
The storm has flow — slowing down to catch its breath, before surging again.
The living room has the scent of wet dogs from the first walk of the day.
Forecast of an entire day of rain will end our impressive streak of nearly every single day of “outdoor snack” at school. Darn.
Patches of lawn where our young dog rips through the yard to play with her toys are particularly mushy mushy mushy this morning.
Contradiction: we need the rain to recharge the water, but we don’t want the rain.
All of the Autumn beautiful leaves, turning to brilliance, will probably now be on the ground, going brown.
Raking and dealing with wet leaves stinks.
I enjoy listening to the rhythm of raindrops as I write.
It sure is darker than usual at this hour, with the storm hiding the sunrise this morning.
This rain inspired a poem.
Have patience – the storm will end and the sun will shine.
Peace (listening in),