We looked for awhile & discovered it was in his shirt pocket.
We both laughed & I went back to my
Book.
I am reading a book with no words.
It is an easy read but so far not that interesting.
It is a work by a famous surrealist
whose name escapes me at the moment.
It has an arresting title however:
"A Predilection For Storms"
It is a very long book.
I hope to finish reading it by Sunday.
The rain started
with a clap of thunder.
My cat walked in the room
jumped on my lap
and made herself comfortable.
The rain was soothing
and made me think of my book.
I read the second chapter
but not much seemed to occur.
Perhaps by the fourth chapter
the story may begin to jell,
I thought.
I fell asleep with my cat
and dreamt of books with no words
and of writers with so much to say
but words failed them.
The rain told me the tale
as I slept.
I finished the book
in chapter three of my dream.
It was a good book
about
rain.
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