Friday, August 19, 2005


Rumbling, Proclaiming
The short-lived August showers
Washing desert clean

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Unusual Sunday

Scent of petrichor
greets me when I open door
watching rain come down

Strange desert summer
cold rain, hail,thunder,lightening
town is in the dark

No lights, or TV
no computer or CDs
just that radio

Sitting in the porch
softly rocking back and forth
searching for some news

nothing to report
some old music, country, rock,
people talking shop

Rain keeps coming down
we sit quietly, relaxed
Sunday in the dark