Captive,
in a soggy tent,
I hear the incessant,
syncopated rhythm
of raindrops on canvas;
beating fast, beating slow,
accentuated, at times
by the scream of the jay
and twitter of the finch.
Their song seems to foretell
the end of the rain, but
inside my canvas drum
the sound remains the same.
My thoughts turn to my work
halted by pouring rain.
I hear the lonely owl —
expectantly,
I wait.
I have found that often to be the case. Gratification needs not be instant, it can wait until opportunity presents itself. Therefore, expectantly, I wait.
Much love,
Dennis
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@”expectantly, I wait.” – I like this image… patience is often rewarding… :-)
Bonne-nuit, bonne santé et à+! Amicalement, Mélanie
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excellent description and the mix of sound, some delicate and hardly audible ~ wonderful prose!
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I love the sound of rain on a metal roof…
this takes me back to ca,ping…many years ago…
Wonderful Dennis…
Take Care…
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maryrose.
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