10:23 pm

my window is closed I can hear the cicadas chirping loudly tonight drowning out the usual quiet of august evenings, the rain this afternoon startled the whole house the dog ran from the bathroom to the closet nonstop for thirty minutes like a spy trying to hide darting from one dark space to the other,Continue reading “10:23 pm”

Patterns of Summer Rain

I look out to the west to see  the mountains have vanished  underneath a blanket of heavy  rain clouds. For hours, I wait for  the rain to fall. Sometimes, it comes  and passes within minutes. Other times,  like today, it lingers for hours, teasing  its arrival while never actually  making its way to the plains.