Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Roof Rain

a symphony of rain
played on the old
metal roof for days

it was like night
came early around
three or so

we talked quietly and
touched the time

sweet cooking smells
of chicken and garlic
rice and beans took

the chill out of the day
as the afternoon slid
into night for real

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