A Different Kind of Lullaby

A soft drizzle outside my window
I picture it coming down in light blue droplets
I knew something was up
when the sun played peek-a-boo today
I imagine the grey-white clouds in a purple-black sky
cracking open like eggs over a skillet
to release their gentle insides
and give nourishment
The candle burning on the vanity
smells like I baked something good
It all relaxes me
like a different kind of lullaby


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