

I Wonder About Rain I often wonder about rain. As I sit and watch it fall, the great sheets of it that fell loudly, waking me mid morning. I sat on the couch in the kitchen, once again appreciating the excellent view it afforded me. It was a gray, quiet morning, the rain was no longer coming down in a deafening torrent, just drizzling slowly off the edge of the roof, sliding over the edge of our still as yet overwhelmed gutter and falling into small puddles at the edges of the concrete patio. The whole sky seems to be coated I the drizzle, it is gray and looks the very part of being sodden. The cotton wisp clouds, so recently heavy with rain, are spread andI Wonder About Rain by ~Frialuna


Predawn Ive never been an early riser. I enjoy too much the warm softness of sleep, punctuated by the occasional vivid fanciful vision. I take pleasure in the drowsy awakening, slowly drifting into reality, only reluctantly releasing the pageantry of my dreams.Predawn by ~Frialuna
But this morning I woke early, and it was with even greater than normal reluctance that I levered my self from the fluid state of my dreams and bed, but eventually I made it to my desk, to work on something I had left too long undone.
I reveled in the work, if truth be told, gingerly pulling apart a writers words to see what is behind them is a true joy, but I resented the early