Morning light through surrounding windows,
is dimmed by lowered Oregon clouds,
revealing yet a new day’s smattering of rain,
tiny rivulets snaking their way down wet panes,
daffodils left unbruised by the soft droplets,
and rivers flow unchanged enroute to the sea.

A few states away, another rain is falling,
booming thunder, jagged lightning, harsh deluge
driven horizontal by strong Midwest winds,
lashing against windows and windshields,
unwary drivers hood deep in freeway underpass.
Rivers crest, float houses awry in rivers
swollen well beyond their muddy banks.


About degus221

A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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  1. MaryJo says:

    Wonderful imagery, Gus. I know both of those personalities!

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  2. atgillman says:

    I’m glad to be here and not there. You’ve captured the conditions beautifully Gus!

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  3. Love the imagery you come by with your sensing – touches a very deep chord within – Thanx…

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  4. Stana @ EFN says:

    Wow! What a potent parallel you draw with your words Gus! xoxoxooxx


    • degus221 says:

      Thank you, friend Stana.

      Isn’t the world full of parallels, though.
      You think, I think.
      You know, I know.
      I know, I thought I knew.

      And isn’t that what makes life so interesting!

      Appreciate your comment!


  5. C Ford says:

    And some of us complain about our light rain when those horrible storms happen across the nation. Thanks for sharing this.


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