Poem for her 802

Dear Readers,


Rainy Friday



The porch swing edge was getting wet
Rain blowing in the screens
I turned down the bed sheets
Added a pile of towels by the door
Heated the mint tea up
Got ready for you running from the car
Days when it rains always intense
Unless we haven't gone places
Then they are just looking out the windows
Seeing the rain gauge deepen
Wondering if plants are fall over
Glad the wood is under cover and dry
Warming our feet by a fire
Hot food to take the chill off
Wind and rain in the woods
Birds a bit silent
Robins out and about getting dinner
Wet weather art projects
Little things like that
Photos of you smiling hair wet
The tank top bright with rain drops
Hot soup for dinner and that new wine
Cuddle the night away as the rain falls


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.