Gentle Readers ( Read more... )

( This one wouldn't let me go back to sleep without setting it down. It was very insistant on being born. I'm still mostly asleep, so please excuse the typos and the language. )

Gentle Readers,

There's a storm coming, I hope. I see the lightening flashes and hear the thunder, but as of yet there is no rain. I think when it comes I'm going to go outside and stand in it for a while and let the rain pour over my skin.

I hope the neighbours don't mind.

edit:

It rained but not enough to dance around naked in.

I checked.

It came in the night,
Few heard.
Few saw.
We all knew it was coming.
Signs and Portents
Soothsayers predicting
Foreshadowing drops
Fell from the taps
In homage to their God.

With the risen sun,
We see Storm's blood
Left in clear pools
Reflecting back
The now empty sky.

The smell of it's passing
Mostly masked
By the scent of poplar.

It's hot and sticky in my head ( Read more... )