It's pretty hard to go swimming when the rain doesn't stop. The fireworks were postponed until tomorrow. Le sigh. So I brought a tired child home who played really well with his cousins today.
Here's a shot of the sopping wet rugs and the drippy chairs, because the pool scene doesn't show you the incessant rain.There is some beauty here though. If all I had to do was curl up in a comfy chair with a good book, I would. It's the kind of rain where you pull out a family game, do recycled material crafts, and have your kids help you bake goodies. It's a cooling rain, soothing, great for napping.
Good thing it's a holiday!
This is also my 150th post and I wanted to do something special.
Where Poets Come From: A Poem
Behind the gossamer curtain
Beneath the azure veil
You’ll find a quiet beauty
In exquisite detail
You’ll hold your breath to gaze upon it
You’ll take in the scents with your eyes
The scene beheld is beyond words
Sweet music touches the skies
Poetry is wild here
Growing hither and thither
There inside this hollowed ground
A single flower withers
The dried petals wisk away
And a tear is shed for its loss
That single drop ingredient
Births a poet from the moss
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