Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!
Gently, slowly,
Each drop distinctly different.
Read, comment, read, comment,
Catch up, catch up, catch up,
A slicer’s work is never done!
Booming thunder
Loud and rhythmic
Not just white noise.
Write, read, write, revise
Let it rest, let it brew
A writer’s work is never done!
Pounding, roaring, louder and louder
Mya crouching and hiding
Lightning has arrived.
No time to nap, relax
Or read for fun today
A PD presenter’s work is never done!
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I can relate to our tasks never seeming to be done.
Love this little nugget of a poem! Especially connecting to rain. Side note…I want your blog background of “be curious”!
Thanks, Liz. The background was just the one post it and then maybe “tiling” to copy it multiple times. Curiosity made it work!
Like your transition from “slicer” to “writer” to “PD presenter”. I also like how as the storm intensified so the urgency of the writing seemed to escalate as well.