What could be better,
Sheet rain on the tin roof,
purple flashes of lightning,
curling up in one's bower and watching the spectacle unfold over the ocean, illuminating with each flash,
Rachmaninov piano concerto,
Number 3 in D Minor.
The rain smells like heaven, and sounds like applause.
Feet poked beneath the cat.
Book in lap.
I cannot say how much I love this.
8 comments:
OOOH Bliss!! LIfes free treats!
can i say that all are great?! ^_^
all is poetic!!!!
We have had similar nights here lately. I have rather enjoyed being totally and completely alone, and staring at the sky as it lit, and listening to thunder.
It was better without someone else interrupting to ask, "Isn't this amazing?"
Hi fish,
Hmm, just another wonderful thought from ur side..
I'm loving it...
lovely verse and a lovely pic to go with it
sharad
sounds like a little slice of heaven... Oh, for some rain!!
I swear, that's an awesome photo. When I look at it, it instills so much emotion in me -- loneliness, darkness, peace and silence. It's a mixed bag. Those words are beautiful. It captures the very essence of it all.
Stunning imagery articulately put!
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