its the rain I can’t shake.
the musty smell of morning after
a thunderstorm
the wet world, drying like decay
We don’t have a tin roof but
we can hear the weather dancing on
the flat one
and it makes me want to curl up
by the fire
in a blanket with tea
while reading
but I’m really just dreaming …
So I’ve read and re- lead this about 5 times…it keeps drawing me back in. I can’t quite put words around it, but it’s haunting in a beautiful way.
Haunting … that’s a good word. Great word, actually. That’s exactly how I was feeling when I wrote it 😉
(and thank you!)