Rainy Day
she grabs her book
and an old quilt
and heads for the porch swing
lost in words
her only connection to reality
the smell of the rain
and the cat curled by her side
**As a child I would head for the porch swing when it rained in the summertime. I would swing, and get lost in whatever book I was consuming at the time. I love porch swings and wish I had one. My house lacks a proper porch, and only has a stoop. You can’t do proper porch sitting on a stoop, said the Kansas girl.

