Rainy Morning

Posted: May 2, 2015 in poetry

It was one of those rainy mornings
when the clouds were thick except to the West
the Western brightness made us feel more than see
that the Sun may be rising from the West that day.
A mirror image morning.
Morning would be evening
East would be West and North would be South.
Who knew that our perspective of the world
could be changed so easily.
Just by a rainy morning
when the clouds were not dark to the West.
If only for a short while.


  1. Yes, who knew.
    Great poem, J!!! 🙂
    In life, I am always loving “the sun/light” ☀️ ☀️ ☀️ especially after a “dark” time.
    But, weather-wise…for some odd reason a rainy stormy day or night just makes me so happy! 💧 💧 💧 I am akin to the rain! 🙂
    HUGS!!! Happy Sunday!!! 🙂

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