Soothing and calming is this summer downpour,
Under the tin roof of my gazebo I listen to the score;
Murmuring and whispering in my sadly drooping garden,
Musical, the lovely dulcet melody of utter abandon;
Ebbing and fading and then rebounding loudly,
Reprising again a thunderous and soulful song proudly.
Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie,
Absolute and utter is my repose so completely;
Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage,
Nourished and totally free is my spiritual sage.
June 21, 2014
Submitted to the contest Summer Acrostic, sponsor Francine Roberts
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Run down the tears
A weeping mother
In absence of her son Sun
Never ending sorrow
U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.
M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.
Mountains feel its cascade.
Yesterdays remember its destruction.
Blossoms drink its delightfulness.
Estuaries enliven effervescently.
Sunshine shimmers during sprinkles.
The freedom of rain exhilarates.
Acclimates the atmosphere.
Invigorates the soul.
Nurtures all that lives.
Omnipotent and cyclical,
© July 16, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: best RAIN poem
Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
Note: mizzling - definition of mizzling by the Free Online Dictionary ...
To rain in fine, mistlike droplets; drizzle. n. A mistlike rain; a drizzle. [Middle English misellen ...
Spectacular sight we saw the coming rain
Under the Hall's bridge our goal was plain
Masterpiece from Heaven, raindrop bliss
Marvelous setting for our first kiss
Every part of me enjoyed that storm
Rain soaked kids, our love was born
Remembering that day from long ago
August heat met Heaven's show
In the summer time, rain speaks to me
Never will forget that day you set me free
Contest: Francine's Summer
Poet: Dave Wood
Standing on the sidewalk,
Underneath the trees,
My ears can hear it talk,
Murmuring with the breeze,
Every drop hits the street,
Running in it's own way,
Raining down it's own beat,
A song it just wants to play,
I can feel their dancing feet,
Near mine on a summer day.
B_ Balm of sun behind clouds
L_ Leaves singing long and loud
E_ Enemy heat and drought gone
S_ Summer's fury had lingered on
S_ Signs of blessings pouring down
I_ Inviting coolness and rain sounds
N_ Now can once more enjoy porch's
G_ Greatness without fear of sorch
S_ In just a few hours, gone is torch
We have had temperatures of high 90's
with heat indexes of over a 100..Some
days 110..The rain has been scarce and
when it rained was 1/2 inch or less..
Praise God for the rain and the cooler air..
Refreshing, rejuvenating crystal clear
Always welcome to water our gardens
I love walking in the warm summer rain
Need an umbrella or a rainproof coat
Deluge of water can take us by surprise
Really love the freshness after the rain falls
Often we moan but we can’t do without the rain
Precious diamond drops refresh our soils again
Sunshine after the rain and a glorious rainbow brightens the sky
20th June 2014
when the clouds turn gray the sky turns dark there’s no running because the rain doesn’t have eyes unlike the hills the rain can’t see more like cupid it is blind
when it rain everyone is getting wet rain doesn’t care if your white black or even a mocha frappe it doesn’t care if your rocking the new Jordan’s and that your hair just been tortured by chemicals and that you wore that new I love pink jogging suit that he really likes
rain doesn’t discriminate unlike that next door neighbor who watches your every movement because in their mind the darker the skin the more sticker the fingers are
Rain dosent stop because you decide to **** the world and be who you want cause no one else matter
Rain doesn’t fall upon those with lighter or darker skin it isn’t racist unlike that store clerks who guards who watches Hispanics because he know there history of sneaking in and out why can we be more like nature more like the rain