The winds are angry tonight
Rushing along open spaces
Trees twist and turn
Writhing in pain
As I watch out the kitchen window.
As the undulating waves of wind torture everything in its path.
Thunder parts the clouds
Allowing the lightning
To zig zag up towards the sky
Thunder growling and groaning.
As I listening to the softly falling rain.
I told Freddie: I am not going to write about my grief and memories of you…walking back down the hall towards my room, the wind became very anger above our little house. Was it angry with me?
Is the Universe talking to me?
We both loved the rain. Listen to the rain. The answer is held within the raindrops.
Listen to the rain.