Hopes in Puddles

Couldn't sleep last night. Listening to the sound of the rainfall and pelt the windows with authority. Humid, the cloud cover makes vintage paintings into stale mountains sharing old laughs with new eyes. Blooming, as one does, among the dew of the flowers covered in clay rinsed in run-off doused in someone's dream adrift. I too long for respite. 💜🙏🏽✨🌛