Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Oftimes music is the rain Falling rhythm on the pane Rolling drum like in my ear Softly soothing then I hear A pause A change The rhythm breaks Has it… Could it be… A snatch of sun beam One, two, three; The cloud flows… Continue Reading “Oftimes Music is the Rain”
It’s my Wednesday (Monday, urgh) again and it’s decidedly grey today. Grey sky, still heavy with rain- 60 hours of non stop rain since I returned from camp at the weekend. Rivers and becks and streams so swollen and people in fear for their… Continue Reading “Grey”