The thunder rolls in.
Conversation slows - then stops...

Finally a rain storm,
turns the dry cracked ground to mud...

Dancing fireflies.
My memories of childhood...

Afternoon sun,
rays of light, through the blinds...

Kelly, I love you
with all of my heart...

So once there was a little kit,
that liked to moan and throw a fit...

Misty girl is exceedingly sweet,
she nearly takes ninety baths a week...

No leaves on the trees.
Nothing growing, all is dead...

Each night a changed moon,
a different face to view earth...

Two cats together,
becoming one fuzzy ball...

Drifting off to sleep,
snug under my warm covers...

Watching my shadow,
as it follows behind me...