life, love

A Peek Inside

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about a prince and his maiden being married for twenty-eight years. Would you like to take a peek at their anniversary celebration? It was no royal festivity or anything, but they had some nice scenery and good food. Keep in mind that the maiden has a very old phone without a monthly plan (buys minutes), and she’s sharing the photos from it. She refuses to enter this century and get an iphone (or the like).

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life, weather

It’s so hot that …

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… I saw Satan drinking a frozen latte. ~ author unknown

Has anyone else ever put ice cubes into their washing machine? Can you believe that it gets so hot here that tap water can’t get cold? It’s lukewarm at its coolest. I don’t get the opportunity to choose to wash clothes in cold water. Oh sure, I can choose the cold setting, but there will be no cold water pouring out of the spout. I’ve actually put ice into my washing machine to help cool down the water at least a little. Thank God for my refrigerator’s ice machine. Continue reading “It’s so hot that …”

life, poetry, weather

Another Day in the Rainy Season

written by Lori (L. Virelli)

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Morning blurs through foggy moisture
on household windows
drip, dripping down the glass,
its chalky streaks left behind. Continue reading “Another Day in the Rainy Season”

life, weather

A Day in the Rainy Season

by Lori (L. Virelli)

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Morning explodes with a golden sunrise,
that burns from the blue heavens.

Humidity inevitably fills the air.

Slowly, thickening cotton formations cover the sky.

Before dusk, the white clouds gradually turn grey, and eventually black.

Electrifying streaks flash across the sky. Continue reading “A Day in the Rainy Season”

blogging, life, thoughts

Sneaky, Rain

Sneaky, Rain

You are a sneaky one, Rain.
You only stopped by for a short ‘hello’ several weeks ago.
I’ve begged you to come back and visit for a couple of days.
The wind travels by on occasion, but the clouds don’t come along.
Wind’s breath is warm, not cool and soothing, like you, Rain. Continue reading “Sneaky, Rain”