15 July 2013

pitter patter

it's a sauna out there. a veritable swamp -- without the green, and the moss, and the ducks, and the gators & the swampy sleuth of other swampy things. but there is the greasy, frizzy hair-mop 'do.

drip. drop. drip. drop. 

there was the pitter patter, corralling the water to sheets that rolled against the windows -- behind the bed, behind our resting heads, behind our brains, in that dim-lit offstage space where our dreams are written. off goes the white noise app, so insufficient measured against the real stuff. when suddenly, she pulls back, hearkening back from whence she came. back to air, to the clouds, drawing away to drop someplace else. 

and then, just as fast, she's back. the sheets are drawn back up, back to that soft spot on the bottom of our noses. we pray she will stay -- please -- until we've fallen asleep. missing her is worse than never meeting her. 

because there are a million things in this world worth pausing, and waiting, and praying for. but there is nothing like the rain in the middle of the night. 


  1. beautiful. in love with the first photo. gosh. and yes, it's a sauna here in florida too.....looking forward to fall.

  2. your words are so lovely, i love reading them

  3. waking up in the middle of the night to find out that it is raining is one of the most comforting things. you put it perfectly, the drip drop drip drop.

  4. Love this post. Just love it love it.

  5. just to have followed you on instagram and never read your blog, I feel like I have missed out on so much. you have a beautiful voice and the way you write your thoughts is BEAUTIFUL. I am in awe.