The World of Myth Magazine

Quiet summer's evening easy overstuffed chair,
window open to let in some air.
The lamp casts its warm glow across
the book I should have finished long ago.

Then softly, like a whispered thought
comes the rain drops,
just a gentle splash against my window sill
curtains moving in a gentile ebb and flow.

Rumble of thunder a signal of things to come
Rain drops now as
big as my
thumb.

The slow blur of the night
disappears as the rain swallows itself
and the dawn shakes its self-clean.

The window with its open mouth yawn
letting the cool air filtering in
the curtains now quiet those sentinels of the ebb and flow
for now a new day has begun.

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