I am alone on my porch, in the rain.
Nightfall is closing in.
Now, the island is lonely.
The world is muffled.
The rain falls on the porch roof.
Two mourning doves twitter as
They go from tree to tree,
Branch to branch.
Now they coo and call
To their mate.
The water shimmers
As sheets of rain
Disturb its surface.
A small yellow warbler alights
On a branch before me,
Ready to add its cheerful song to the mix.
Rain now falls from the roof
The staccato of the heavy
Drops on the hard ground below.
A lone boat courses across the water,
Eager for home.
It leaves but a wake, lost on the rocks.
Mist obscures the shoreline.
Loons steer by me.
I am still, writing these lines.
But I am anxious.
How I long for the sun
For the warmth to join me again
In my rustic cabin in the lake.
~ Alone in the Rain by Raymond A. Foss
Written 6/18/2000 – same day as Dew in the Morning and Ten Feet Overhead ~
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