dirt splats on windshields
all that’s left of thunderheads
unfulfilled promise
dirt splats on windshields
all that’s left of thunderheads
unfulfilled promise
just the word monsoon
conjures childhood memories
playing in warm rain
the year the river found God
rising to the church’s doorsteps
Thanks for prompt from: Reflectioned
slow steady drizzle
carrying away the years
rain feels colder now
in dreams i meet
once loved alive and dead
thunder strikes nearby
boys on bicycles
racing hard against the rain
school day memories