THE WONDERS OF A RAINY MORNING

Doves cooing in the pine tree. 

Sounds of drip . drip . dripping water

Puddles in the cracks of stones. 

Car tires slushing on the road. 

Sparkling drops caught in evergreen branches, 

Low lying clouds hug the hillsides. 

The sounds of a coffee grinder from the kitchen. 

A plane passing overhead is lost in a sea of white. 

Dew drops glistening on the poppies, their petals drooping. 

Dragging myself out of bed to meditate in the cold room.