I must have been three and living on Neville Island.
Never did like an umbrella.
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Singing (?) in the Rain
19 Dec #Wash #AdventWord 2018
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Held at Midway
We neither
feel nor hear
the wind;
we remain
dry afar
from rain;
we safely
sit and wait
on board
as the storm
its fury
expends
on New York
where journey
will end.
8 September 2012
Midway Gate B-3
Southwest 1945
Tulip after the rain
After the Presbyterian Ecumenical Advocacy Days cruise,
which did indeed last only three hours – sorry Gilligan –
we returned to the hotel.
The rain stopped.
Its aftermath remained.
24 March 2012
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View from the bus
We took a bus to the boat for the Presbyterian cruise
during Ecumenical Advocacy Days.
It rained.
24 March 2012
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A stormy night in Manhattan
Above the howling wind
do I hear the
cries of sisters and brothers
abused,
violated,
neglected?
Amid the pelting raindrops
do I see the
tears of sisters and brothers
brutalized,
exploited,
forgotten?
And if I hear,
and if I see,
do I
react,
repent,
respond?
15 December 2011
LGA, SW1659, and SW313
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Under a grey blanket
A grey blanket
envelopes the airport,
the constant drizzle
enhances the atmosphere –
the dreariness exceeded
only by my mood.
2 October 2011
CLE
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Double rainbow
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Weather on the trail
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Making my way home
Water squishes from my socks
with each step I take through the station,
my pants restrict my movements,
clinging to my shins and thighs,
I trudge down the stairs and onto
the street; I walk through the rain
as though seeking a
wet Oxford shirt contest.
A white flash illuminates the sky,
glowing blue off the top of the subway car;
the sky rasps out
a deep, low rumble.
The storm exhausts its fury
while I make my way home
where I realize
how blessed I am.
19 August 2011
Shire on the Hudson
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