Last night the bull frog was extra loud. His primordial throat bellowed out a baritone catapulting over the granite tomb of Rudy Frere, crawled through the wet Johnson grass, waded through a mud puddle, and then danced with the Main Street asphalt pushing a raucus melody through the rippled glass door down the long hallway and into a deep dream. 
This strange harmony woke me. Five minutes later a torrential sheet of rain pounded the shingled porch roof. It fell in white ribbons and a sweet serenade of cloud song lulled me back to another place.

A few seconds into my sweet snore, thunder woke me. Bolts of jagged light zigzagged through the blue fiberglass curtains and illuminated red cypress floors. The hinges on my eyes squeaked open and I stared at the old wood reminding myself to sweep in the morning. Salud


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I have a picture about that, that I'm going to publish.
The ole Colonel nominates that second sentence for a Pulitzer Prize! Awesome imagery my dear.
Cheers,
Colonel Possum
Kerrell - you're funny but I do think it was rap - actually, loud rap!
Kimberly, good to see you again and thank you - I will give thanks for all my rainy days now!
Salud
Colonel - you are always making me feel good about what comes off the top of my head! Salud
Faith - oh I can imagine - now you're in the Real South - I'm in Bayou land!!
Ina, thanks let me know when you publish it my ole buddy!
Thanks Marianne and I would love to see yours and will soon...for some reason I have to go through Mozilla to get on Gather and it is slow!!
more Later, Salud
Lots of rain and thunder here as well...I shall think of you! (No sweet bullfrog baritones, however...one of the things I miss now that I'm a city girl!) Be well and happy!
Salud...
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That's a weeping willow in the graveyard, isn't it? You really bring us into your special place with your words. It's like tasting something very precious