“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


counting the days to rain

we are ruled by the sky.

in my dream the grass was green,
the window shutter butter yellow,
open to baby raindrops so fine they drew spider thin lines across the air,
their sound soft and splussshy,
pitter patter pitter patter
against the backyard of my childhood.
i awoke to gray skies and no birdsong,
a breeze that teased of wet possibilites. 
by 10 o'clock the skies were blue,
the birds awake and on wing.

we have been counting the days to rain,
measuring the heat.
there are fewer mosquitoes
and a ladybug dead on my bathroom windowsill.
the lakes are filled with hot water,
the cold water in the house warm enough for a shower.
elaine's mantra is october, october,
connie jean says come-a-rain,
margo says it's texas.


early evening - rain.
a teaser, the bricks on the street barely wet.
the late shadows under trees still dry.



  1. Bring on the rain, bring on fall. I'm so done with summer and these crazy temps.

  2. we finally got a bit of rain last night. hope yours comes along soon - to cool and refresh.

  3. How much am I in love with that photo?
    "the window shutter butter yellow" love the sing song of that, "the lakes are filled with hot water" made me feel how brutal it must be. Sending you cool thoughts and rain clouds, hoping you get relief, soon. xoxo


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