(poem) through the rain

through the rain

watching rain falling constant
the radio melodies competing
with raindrops on the windshield
soon I will be in my own forest

but today I’m jealous of those
that are stepping on granite rock
and taking in a coastal view
where I once stood only a few years before
among the scrub brush and pines

/ / /

9 May 2021
I-99 driving East

About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • mountain biker • outdoor adventurer • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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