When I woke up yesterday morning, I could barely see outside. The rain came tumbling down, making a trip to the hair stylist unpleasant. Luckily, my husband saved the day and drove me thinking there would be little traffic. What a surprise to find that the highway was filled with huge trucks and drivers in a rush. In addition, the temperature was colder than expected. The heavy rainstorm and cold winds did not stop the traffic. We were surprised to see several trucks lined along the highway waiting for the unrelenting rain to stop. The long trip was filled with pounding rain until I reached my destination.
I reflected on yesterday's poem, Season's Transitions. The first stanza is below.
winter winds wistfully whisper
a tingling tune across night sky
rejecting departure, earth's resistor
allows spring to sashay by
see what you think of my image poem below.
waves of water slide
down in unstoppable rain
seasons' tug-of-war
©CVarsalona, 2024
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I offer this Slice of Life to the 2024 Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Story Challenge on Day 24 instead of 23. After the storm, the long ride to the hair stylist, and Saturday night Mass, I fell asleep while writing this slice (not an unusual experience for me this winter).
Day 24
Will March exit like a lion or lamb?
