It’s not that there’s nothing to say.  It’s just that anything worth sharing is still bubbling about inside my creative well.

In the interim, there’s the standard, go-to:  weather.

That inescapable presence we all share in common, no matter our race or creed.

It’s a humbling force, one that here on Kauai has been heavy-handed as of late. Hot, steamy and sticky.  75% humidity.  No wind.

So this morning, no poetry.  Just a hankering for some precipitation.  A photo found from the summer to remind me when the skies opened to bless us in a shower.

Today, art turns to the weather.  A respectful request.  My version of a rain dance.