A Friday Morning Meditation

morning darkness

rainfall speaking to my soul

memories rattled loose

With most of my life spent around Seattle, rain hooks a special place in my heart. A sensation complex and layered relationship, true, from love, tranquility, sadness, and depression. Trek me shot your relationship to rain. 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>another morning

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>rain gently tapping windows

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>abandoned cobwebs

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many. 

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A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>rain taps my window

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>echoing through memories

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>graveyard with damp grass

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth. 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?

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