Posts Tagged rain

Just A Little Tantrum!

Mother Nature threw one of her little tantrums here yesterday afternoon; two inches of rain in about thirty minutes, and much of

30 minutes worth!

30 minutes worth!

the time it was coming sideways! I always wonder how the rain gauge catches the rain when it’s going sideways. Read the rest of this entry »

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Somehow Somber

It’s Friday, and Kellie Elmore finally posted the prompt for this week’s Free Write Friday. She thought maybe we could write something using the following words: lazy – rain – perspective – glint – somber – trinket – static. I gave it a shot. Read the rest of this entry »

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Then Quickly Gone

I’m not a poet in the sense I know what I’m doing, and I don’t often attempt to write in any certain form or structure. That said, the prompt, Form For All: Clarian Sonnets, offered up by Samuel Peralta this afternoon intrigued me enough to give it a whirl. I’m hoping what I’ve done is create a Clarion Sonnet! Read the rest of this entry »

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No Serviceable Parts

This little poem is an offshoot of one I wrote a few days ago called, My Wheels Don’t Turn. One of the pictures in this post is the same one I used in that poem and post, and the other picture is a self-portrait of sorts, which kind of fits the theme of this one. The poem and the self-portrait are a little bit silly, but, with a serious side to them, as well. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »

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My Wheels Don’t Turn

We’re having a fantastic spring here in east central Texas, and hoping it doesn’t snap off into a brutal hot summer like it did last year. Oh, we know it’ll get hot, we’re just hoping it doesn’t get THAT hot again! We’ve already had more rain the first four months of this year than we did for all of last year, so we got that going for us. And, things are looking good; too good, seeing’s how I have to mow the lawn every week! Read the rest of this entry »

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We Never Saw The Sun

I’ve moved around a lot in my life; I was constantly looking for the end of the rainbow it seems. I found it one day, but that’s a whole nuther story.

This story is about my first move to the Pacific Northwest—Tacoma, Washington, to be exact. I moved there from Phoenix, Arizona on November 2. I remember the date, because it’s my mom’s birthday, but I’m unsure as to the year; I’d guess it was 1971 or 1972. Read the rest of this entry »

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