Blackest night
Mosquitoes hide in doorways
Anxiously seeking entry
Quick, close the door
Trees begin to emerge
The glow of day's light
Dawn's beacon slowly creeps
Horizon's hope that day springs eternal
Rain does a tap dance on the roof
Nature's percussion serenades
Kids play tent with towels
Spoons tap cereal bowls
Rhythm in the music of their laughter
Parents hug their morning coffee
First we play cards
Go Fish for the young ones
Rummy for the older ones
Later we will play Sorry
Not sorry at all
Picnics on a blanket
Spread across wood floors
Baiting a hook in the rain
Crowding under umbrellas
Fun, family, fellowship
This is the romance of cottage life
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Some deride them
others embrace them - Rainy Days
It is all in your attitude! As I wrote earlier, it is How you frame your life.
One blogger wrote,
"Summer isn't about the weather or other factors that we can't control, it's about the experience which we create."
4 comments:
I am in envy. I miss the cottage so much. Unfortunately I am unable to take advantage that I am unemployed by going up to the cottage. I am hoping to have the long weekend in Haliburton.
What a wonderful poem to experience and mystery of a rainy day. Very well done.
Lovely video! Brings back many memories of camping trips in Algonquin and watching the storms from the tent.
Last summer we rented a condo on South Padre Island and it rained quite a bit. We still had a pretty good time playing games and reading.
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