there's a lesson in everything...

an april rain

fell last night

after the strong shouldered clouds holding the droplets hostage

finally

shrugged and gave up

~

the rhythm of the rain

against the windows

reminded me of a xylophone being played

by an uninterested child

who had purposely broken the ball off the stick handle

when no one was watching

~

today

the air feels crisp

in a freshly ironed kind of way

and

i can smell the red geraniums

that are looking at me from my neighbor's

"rocking chair filled"

front porch

~

i'm not really sure exactly what i see

being pushed toward

the storm drains

by last nights rain

but

i think maybe some of my heavy thoughts are there

all soggy and fighting the current

~

in my heart

i know they taught me a few lessons about life

but

i refuse

to throw them any kind of floatation device

~

and

as i turn around to come back inside

the

heavily carved and ornate wooden door

lets out a yawn as i close it

and

through the bubbled glass

i can see

that the grey sky

is starting to color outside the lines

with

its blue crayon

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