“It is impossible to live
without poetry and color and love.”
Antoine St. Exupery
I miss the South for its dramatic storms. When the sky opens up with a deluge of pelting drops or giant hail, and it’s “hellfire & brimstone” in the skies. And then it’s over. We’re having a storm now, with a long slow rain. And true to west coast ways, the lightning & thunder are slow rolling and taking their sweet time. Two hours later and still a gentle storm. 😉 More lyrics…
You wake me up at 4 o’clock
saying, why stay asleep when we could talk
seems your head is full of dreams, it seems.
Open your eyes & the sky turns gray
begin to speak down my window pain
first a mist and then a steady pour.
Rain rain, are you here to stay?
Seems you got a lot to say
so I’ll listen to you, all night/