Midnight Trance

I remember days of pattering rain,

soothing against glass as I lay awake.

Yet in a land far from my first,

I sought lulling tranquility.

Luckily, it was found in a similar place

as tumbling dandelions frame frigid night.

Raining Dandelions

driving in cold night

rain suddenly starts to fall

white fluffs from the sky


*in honor of my younger brother who told me when he first saw snow he thought it was dandelions*