Washed Away



“Love is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you’re not careful it will drown you.”
― Edwidge Danticat


As I write this post

the sun is blazing

in a cerulean sky

heating the land below

steam rises

in curling waves

from the window sills

for moments before

rain poured

curtains of water



from steel grey clouds


That is nature

that is you

that is me