Counting Mississippi’s

Dear L,

This brought back quite a few memories counting seconds between thunder and lightening strikes. Your pacing in this is fantastic. My mom used to say it was just the angels bowling in heaven. Who knew there were bowling leagues above? Wonderfully reflective piece. H🌷

My dad used to say the same thing about bowling in heaven, and also that rain was the angels crying.  So of course I used to imagine god was using the angels as bowling pins; otherwise, why would they be crying so hard?  Lol, thank you Honoria!

Its raining here too, gently. I love the intimate reverie, counting Mississippi's lends that root resonance to childhood.  

We’ve had rain here for a few days now.  I revel in the peaceful melancholy it brings.  

A wonderfully human paradox 💖

My mom used to tell all of us kids that when it was raining while the sun was shining that meant the Devil was beating his wife.... Ohh how the times have changed... sheesh!

I was instantly brought back to my childhood reading this totally relatable poem. Such a wonderful idea that you captured to the T!

Excellently poeted... and so so enjoyable.
🌹 💙
B

LOL, I haven’t heard that one in a long time!  My aunt used to say it when my cousin and I were young 😆

Thank you so much, Blue 💖

I forgot about counting between the lightning and thunder. I would quietly will it to be upon us. There was something haunting about a nighttime thunder storm, and I can still feel the awe and inspiration that came with it.
Thanks for this little trip back in time.

I always loved the danger of the thing.  Living in Florida, we always had a fresh supply of batteries for all the flashlights.  I got some of my best angsty teenage poetry done under the light of D batteries lol!

In my youthful days, life seemed much easier. At times I feel the silence of memories whispering  better times, they were. Don't laugh, but I have a sealed Mason jar with a preserved breath of my wife inside, Thank you for the memories.  

I’d never laugh, I think it’s quite sweet.  

Thank you so much for reading!

The spec of time of our human lives doesn't compare to the life of Mother Earth. I always think we're just guests for a short time here. Loved the nostalgic and re-assuring memory of counting to understand how far away it is.

Amazing spill.

Thank you, Wally!