Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Gray Days


The rain has finally come.  The clouds lay across us like a thick winter blanket; the tree limbs sag, heavy with water.  I close my eyes and listen to the rain.  I hear it pouring off the roof, over-flowing clogged gutters.  It rains so hard the water runs down the windows forming deep pools at the base of the house.  Even here, in the hills, among the pines, frogs surround us.  I step outside, turn my face to the gray skies, and breath.

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