Words that strung together mid-summer and then, thinking that summer was ending I left them unfinished. The heat of September left us all speechless and the poem seemed perfect to post.
I guess I can’t fully grasp how awful this can be. So imagination can be a wonderful thing along with stories and remarks I’ve read and heard. You really describe this well . Great expectations of rain only to be disappointed yet again .i hope you have your rain as a country to . 😘
I feel every one of these perfect words… so many storms that never let go of their rage, so many clouds full of nothing, oh and yes, sticky eyelids too ! And still it goes on…. And will we look forward to next summer ? Sure we will, and no doubt grumble about the grey cool winter too…. 🙈😂
I guess I can’t fully grasp how awful this can be. So imagination can be a wonderful thing along with stories and remarks I’ve read and heard. You really describe this well . Great expectations of rain only to be disappointed yet again .i hope you have your rain as a country to . 😘
I feel every one of these perfect words… so many storms that never let go of their rage, so many clouds full of nothing, oh and yes, sticky eyelids too ! And still it goes on…. And will we look forward to next summer ? Sure we will, and no doubt grumble about the grey cool winter too…. 🙈😂