Another rainy day


A day of silences,

the long drawn out spaces between the words,

full of memory pictures,

sensations gone so deep beneath the skin,

they no longer have words.

A day when candles are light not ornament,

a meal so simple will be a feast,

a day of glances and smiles,

and the making of small happinesses,

while the rain turns the air to water,

and cloud turns the sky to a foggy sea.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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