The scent of fresh brewed coffee. The sound of a light drizzle tapping on the window. The feel of the worn pages of a book I’ve read many times. This is when the cozy spirit comes to haunt. Like a large, quilted blanket that your grandmother would own. A bit scratchy. But I still wrap... Continue Reading →
Like an umbrella over my head when it rains. The sunshine that shines through the clouds. A warm blanket around me when I’m feeling down. A sanctuary of calm and comfort. You’re always there when I need you most. A strong foundation when the world feels the most unstable. I come to you and we... Continue Reading →
Autumn Beckons Me But Summer's Not Finished Yet One More August Rain Header Photo Credit to Pexels.comhttps://www.pexels.com/photo/water-drops-trickle-down-from-branch-4406605/
Dark clouds form overhead. They bring a short silence before rain begins to fall. Chattering raindrops and echoes of thunder. Winds whip and swirl. Trees shake and tremble. Budding leaves have their first taste of rain. People sit inside watching through the window. Droplets cling to the glass as they slip and fall. Eager breaths... Continue Reading →
Dark clouds loom overhead. Sheets of rain fall to the Earth. The dry soil drinks up the water. Slowly the temperature warms. White snow becomes dark brown soil and then to green growth. The sun breaks through the clouds and shows off the beauty. Flowers will grow from last winter's death. Beauty is just the... Continue Reading →
Lazy January rain. Falling from the sky. Too warm to be snow. But it still drifts to the ground slowly. Hitting the ground with a cold thud. The frozen ground unwilling to absorb. Just puddles on the surface waiting to be ice. Wish it was snow. Header Photo Credit to Unsplash https://unsplash.com/s/photos/winter-rain
Winter rains are cold and dreary. They soak the frozen ground. The water puddles with no where else to go. Winter rains remind us that this could be snow. Too warm for snowflakes to come down. But too cold for the rain to really do anything. It is not spring where the rain can begin... Continue Reading →
When the storms stop, and the dark clouds are gone, the children run out to jump in the puddles. They splash and play in the miniature lakes making them seem like giants hovering over the water. The liquid mirrors the children dance in remind the adults of the past and future. Puddles are the remnants... Continue Reading →
Hello Internet! I hope everyone had a wonderful week! I want to thank everyone for making this week really awesome here on the website. Sorry again, for putting out this week's Writing Prompt piece a day late, but you guys were really supportive. I honestly think it came out way better than the rough draft... Continue Reading →
Sitting under the water's surface. Looking up and seeing small droplets of rain hit the surface. Little pattern of rings dancing above you. Waiting for someone to pick you up. Staring out at the rain as it hits the blacktop. The low drum of it hitting the rooftop fills your ears. Camping in the woods.... Continue Reading →
Allen The Writer 