Last night I lay in my bed listening to the rain and the wind lashing and buffeting the house , making the tiles jump and chatter on the roof - sleep deserted me . This morning I looked out through tear streaked windows and watched pearl droplets increasing in size and momentum as they coursed erratically down the panes . As I stood there I felt the cold embrace of the insidious cloak of melancholy as it began to wrap itself around me . Down our road came a mother , head bowed against the wind and rain pushing a pushchair with her small school bound daughter who was dressed in a daffodil yellow raincoat with pillar box red wellingtons . She jumped in all the puddles with obvious delight , sending up mini cascades of water in every direction . Her mother laughed at her daughter's innocent pleasure and her little brother waved his chubby arms in frustration at not being able to join in . I turned away and the cloak slipped away as silently as it had come .
The storm: Last night I lay in my bed... - PSP Association
The storm
a lovely start to the day for me GEORGEPA
it si a great solace etna you can write these things down si ti not ??
lol jill
hugs andxx to you and your wife
You do say the most wonderful things. My cloake has slipped away as well.
Have a good day, maddy
What a wonderful description Georgepa. Thank you for brightening my day x
really beautiful georgepa i wish i had the ability to express myself like you do
My cloak slipped away too, thank you Flicka
My cloak slipped away too, thank you Flicka
My cloak slipped away too, thank you Flicka
My cloak slipped away too, thank you Flicka.
My cloak slipped away too, thank you Flicka
So sorry I seem to have sent God knows how many reply's see what happens with this !! x
Beautiful piece x
Beautiful piece x
Beautifully written. I could see it all so clearly. Thank you, Georgepa. Your story warmed my heart. Love and peace, Easterncedar
Thank you. nancyxxx
Final Journey
PSP Article in the New York Times
