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November Rain

November 22, 2019 By Juleeta 1 Comment

Every tree glows with color this morning. I think the gloomy skies are a peaceful backdrop.

I expected nothing

Out of the ordinary

When I took to the morning roads

But then the rain came.

Again.

 

Heavy, frigid droplets

Pound the ground and

Swell with promise.

November rains are beastly and beautiful,

As says Dickinson and Ms. Coleridge and Axle Rose.

 

November storms like a monster.

Growling thunderous claps from on high

Frighten, announce, and release,

Never considering how a single surge

might crush underneath.

Merciless.

 

 

But her rains also bring beauty

Freeing each rain drop to dance

And rattle the surface of a million leaves —

Bright oranges, deep pinks, mustard yellows and golds

Flutter like hummingbirds

With the rain’s persuasion.

Quick, nervous, glimmering.

 

Tucked in at home,

It is barely 10:03 AM.

A second cup of coffee brews and I am curious.

What other surprises will interrupt my

Mundane moments?

What will I miss?

What will I open my eyes to capture?

 

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  1. Dorleeta says

    November 24, 2019 at 6:55 am

    Beautiful❤️❤️❤️

    Reply

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