I was watering the vegetable garden , a rainbow appeared where the stream divided , a thousand individual prisms colorfully disseminated , fell to the ground
The humidity screamed for absolution on a calm , cloudless Dog Day of Summer , the supplication , denied ! Falling upon deaf ears ..
Front porch rocking chairs , ceiling fans strain under the fiery siege of August, fly strips gently sway beneath their mediocre output ..
Popsicle sticks and Orange Crush bottles are covered in ants , Guinea wasp light upon the window screens , children laugh in the distance
Jonesboro was under fire , continuous cloud to ground lightning
Stockbridge laid under the gun , preparing for the onslaught , clothes lines in need of attention , garbage cans , hanging baskets and welcome mats brought indoors !
If it's raining over my house , it's most assuredly raining all over the world .
The steam poured off the blacktop later that night , a future storm over someone else tomorrow ? The burden of streetlight apparent , consumed in the difficulty of night , I am in recognition of such plight !
My star struggles to find its place , tears recycle into storm drains , transpire , flood defenseless habitats such as mine !
Five o'clock in the morning , ceiling fans work their magic for now !
Crepuscular wildlife , a chemically afflicted depressive replays his familiar lot in life ...
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
I was watering the vegetable garden , a rainbow appeared where the stream divided , a thousand individual prisms colorfully disseminated , fell to the ground
The humidity screamed for absolution on a calm , cloudless Dog Day of Summer , the supplication , denied ! Falling upon deaf ears ..
Front porch rocking chairs , ceiling fans strain under the fiery siege of August, fly strips gently sway beneath their mediocre output ..
Popsicle sticks and Orange Crush bottles are covered in ants , Guinea wasp light upon the window screens , children laugh in the distance
Jonesboro was under fire , continuous cloud to ground lightning
Stockbridge laid under the gun , preparing for the onslaught , clothes lines in need of attention , garbage cans , hanging baskets and welcome mats brought indoors !
If it's raining over my house , it's most assuredly raining all over the world .
The steam poured off the blacktop later that night , a future storm over someone else tomorrow ? The burden of streetlight apparent , consumed in the difficulty of night , I am in recognition of such plight !
My star struggles to find its place , tears recycle into storm drains , transpire , flood defenseless habitats such as mine !
Five o'clock in the morning , ceiling fans work their magic for now !
Crepuscular wildlife , a chemically afflicted depressive replays his familiar lot in life ...
Copyright November 10 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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