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.
Probably. But who cares?!
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.
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*