Closing my dining and living room windows I realize there’s gentle falling rain on my balcony tonight. No warning, no claps of thunder, no flash of lightening. Maggie Rose wasn’t trembling, always signaling impending thunderstorms. I wish whistle britches loved rolling thunder and rain as much as I do.
But there was no warning, no shaking puppy, only light rain, setting sun, and peace money can’t buy.
There is nothing better in the mountains tonight as I lay my head to rest.
Nite nite.
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