Raindrop’s Roar

This was the case, again today–to the accompaniment of howling wind.  An encore presentation from two years ago.

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Anticipate

The sound

A single raindrop

Makes–then

Another–still

More–until

They roar

Like thunder

On a rainy day

 

–Image, D. Williams, http://www.wkrg.com/–

TO MAKE A POINT

it’s a little spooky in here.  I can see lightning flashes and hear rumbles of thunder.  Should I ride it out or go run and hide?

I’m purging my idea files–to make the bigger ones smaller and the smaller ones bigger.  Does that make any sense?  The file doesn’t want to be disturbed.

That one looks interesting–“Live a Little, Love a Little.”  It’s stacked on top of a dusty pile of miscellaneous musings.  More material to feed the fires of the latest “smarmy fest.”

I get crazy ideas and try them out on readers.  Not that readers are guinea pigs; not for attention, but rather for variety, in hopes they will be liked.

It’s not without risk.  I’ll never be seen on the Jumbo Tron at Yankee Stadium–I’m OK with it.  Sometimes it’s the shortest distance to make a point.  Sometimes I go too far.

Lightning is striking all around me.  So far–there’s no rain.

WET-DOG WEDNESDAY

It didn’t start that way, but ended up as “Wet-Dog Wednesday.  I was bound and determined to grill burgers–come cloudburst or high water.

There’s nothing like the smell of two wet dogs.  I should be thankful they like me enough to hang around.

Yes, I’m crazy enough to carry an umbrella and grill in the rain.  The grill’s under a covered porch–of course.  It’s a hundred foot hike to get there.  Here comes another mini-rainstorm from  two mutts shaking off water.  The burgers smell great.

“Wet-Dog Wednesday”–it’s here, it’s now.  Take your dog for a Wednesday swim–walk in the rain.  It could catch on.