the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.
a rounded light of gold
above the purple clouds
spots a blue filtered peak.
trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain.
flowers wild, spill in colors hurried
to fill barren ground.
mammals of every kind lay unseen,
asleep and covered in blankets green.
and I wonder,
I wonder who,
who would nullify?,
of sweetly scented
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
Unexpectedly the timid sun made an appearance
an orb of flames silent amidst the peaceful horizon
wistfully the harmony was short lived
ferocious winds blew with merciless tones
melancholic rain returning with little remorse
inclement storms battering emotions
brutally defeating them to oblivion
raindrops soaked like predatory demons
in conjunction with bloodthirsty winds
lost within the abyss of anguish and pain
seeking shelter from vicious venomous daggers
I stumbled upon the marketplace of sorrow
surrounded by souls lost to a religion of perturbation
ambushed I remained, impatiently in this downpour degradation
counting down the days of disturbing December deterioration
6 December 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
Warm breezes flow on another cloudless night
past her second story lattice balcony window
a silhouette dances in the painted moonlight
Against that dim lit lamppost I lean
dreaming of dancing beside her
but blind visions hold me back
for this crying heart can't consume
anymore leaving in a pain stained life
Courage overcomes loneliness
and a weakened stone tumbles
towards a bountiful sea
star shine leads lovers home
erasing cries inside
but as those tempest touches get close
and as those blind caresses near
a drenching rain washes away the heat
and destiny never meets
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
These are the confessions of an Anarchist,
stepped away from the light,
entered the shadows
of forbidden caverns,
the caves, tunnels
and catacombs of anarchy.
Here a constant, cold caress
a persistent inner rain
pooling alongside lonely thoughts.
Nothing would grow that deep underground,
not even fungus, nor lichen.
I survived on sheer will and dampness,
lungs mutated into gills,
eyes became accustomed
to this ever-present night.
A Mission lost in translation and transmission,
a rogue satellite orbiting
through thin air's mind-bending space,
cut-off from other agents of Anarchy.
I slithered along corridors of broken souls,
fed on regurgitated thoughts
and drowned dreams of cities burning down,
melting like hot candle wax.
How I wanted the cities above to burn!
To burn down into the ground
in waves of rolling thunder and lightning.
Not able to differentiate between night and day,
weeks gave birth to months
in a C-section of fleeting years.
Somehow I stumbled upon a side entrance,
felt warmth pushing in,
and my will shattered apart,
fusing back together into Plan B.
As I broke the surface,
light seared my tightly shut eyes,
breaching eyelids with ease.
The pain felt wonderful,
changing into a delirious exultation
and heated comfort,
thawing out frozen, stiff bones.
Rays of sunlight rippled across my skin,
evaporating the slimy, cavernous musk,
burning me on the outside,
cleansing me from the inside.
Eventually I was able to keep my sore eyes open
while they felt ready to sizzle and explode from sensory overload,
globules floating through my vision.
The first thing I clearly saw
was not close up magnified,
but the distant horizon enveloped in a halo
of lemon haze, arching between two mountain peaks.
skin buzzing from the sun's heat.
how sunlight changes the perspective of nightmares,
revealing reality's potential fibers,
balancing the darkness within,
bending the remaining droplets of lost hope
into a prismatic ribbon of brilliance and prayer,
always evading the deep-rooted catacombs below,
a place I will choose to forego,
only entering within memories,
until even these are burned away by sunlight,
until even these are cleansed by sunlight.
2013 Double-Rainbow Remix
December 18th/19th, 2013
(originally written April 12, 2011)
Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2011
It won't stop raining
dismal, forlorn murky skies above
similar to a depressed painter's palette
bring torrent outbursts
becoming heavier and heavier
descending louder and louder
drowning me in a deluge of emotions
soaking the sanity from my drenched soul
Sombre November rain is always different
colder and sinister like a virus rapidly spreading
poisoning my body with intense anxiety
battering me like a hail of bullets in the line of fire
Twilight is swallowed by blackness briskly
stars illuminate, as the moon glows
but nature continues to immerse me
bathing like a forced baptism
How I long for a glimpse of the sun to shelter
but there is no sign of a rainbow any time soon
The Silent One
17 November 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
I know you and I had our differences.
We were always finding new ways to say I loathe you.
It was my blameworthiness that allowed the rain to enter your car,
because your window was down.
I’m sorry I didn’t carry my 9 months of pregnant girth,
down four flights of stairs, to the
outside parking deck, in the rain to roll it up.
It was my fault when the bank account was overdrawn by 6 cents,
due to paying all the bills on time.
I apologize for keeping the power turned on
so I could cook fish sticks and green bean soup on your salary.
It was my fault the car was always out of gas,
since I never drove it anywhere.
What could I do but apologize for that?
It was totally my fault. By the way, I met your supervisor.
Like when I forced you
to have an extramarital relationship with a co-worker
because of the weight I had gained.
I’m so sorry my Motherhoodness was so repulsive to you.
It also was my fault our marriage didn’t last longer than 3 years,
because I chose to be happy without you.
I do regret that almost never. Did I mention my promotion?
But let’s not be sad.
For all the hurtful comments I made about your manhood because,
I couldn’t think of anything nice to say. I’m sorry.
I regret that I didn’t save some of those photos for Ripley’s Believe it or Not.
I deeply regret having never told you I entered you in an ugly man contest.
Or that your third placement, won me an additional $5 gift card.
Did I mention my new job?
I hope this heart felt letter of apology
finds you prosperous and in good health.
Keep those support payments coming, and
Don’t forget to feed the kitty!
Love, your new boss
Copyright © Sandra Hudson | Year Posted 2009
On a still...ancient horizon,
Massive dragon wings emerge,
To the atmospheric battlefield.
Where two legendary beasts,
Clash for the love...of a dragoness.
A battle of mythic proportions,
Of two stonily serpents in the sky.
Only three dragons remain,
The two wary warriors,
And the dragoness they fight for.
The flap of enormous wings,
Thunders the air abroad.
The fire in the sky illustrates,
That the battle has begun.
Fierce deafening roars,
Rape the quiet Delphi skies.
In a solemn brave attempt,
To win the dragoness’ heart.
She rests...nestled in the mountains,
For the winning warrior’s return.
Strident screams pierce the heavens,
From the vicious violent brutality.
Aggressive attacks resonate,
Vibrating her lair of stone,
As she shivers in despair and wonder.
Sharp talons pierce the scales,
Shredding the tissue of life.
Effervescent mists spray,
Staining the clouds with gore.
A thud hits the landscape,
And her attentive attention reacts.
Waiting with complete ambition,
A second thud thumps the landscape.
Curious eyes creep from the cave,
She wrestles with the thought of extinction,
As both...her warriors are slain,
Laying lifelessly...in a crimson rain.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
Play rain , play melancholic tunes
Play closely to my ear, I need to hear
I want to listen to Sinatra's toe-tap sounds
As you fall, fall slowly to the ground
outside my great-grandmother's house.
Play rain, Come down and break the silence
Bring puddles to the desert
Puddles far from clear, yet fresh enough
to jump into, to jump in muddy waters
to step within the dormant child
to free the one I'm not from who I am
Play rain, play melancholic tunes
Wash away my present ,So I recall my past
Let me find night's music
as you patter on the old tin roof
like a symphonic flute.
Let me search for who I am , who I was
why, and where
Why do I fight this little girl inside ?
This little girl who screams , who begs,
who yearns to run, to get her white shirt soaking wet
to splish and to splash , to be whom She's meant to be
Daughter of the wild.
Rain , rain, come again
Let those drip drops stream , over my shoulders
All way down my back, and across my thighs.
Let me sail upon your rivers
Holy waters - Dirty Waters
Any water, better than a dry land
where only cactus will survive.
Rain, rain, Let me feel your touch upon my lips
Rub gently against my skin
Let me taste your every trickle
Rebirth in me with all the blowing winds
Cleanse all sweet hypocratic lies, anytime
Tease me with your whisper
Evoke in me the childhood magic
Make it last throughout the years
Rain, rain, pour down your sky light showers
Let them hide away my fears
Fears, tears, Fears...and more tears.
Rain, rain , play and make me smile.
Inspired by Nikko's blog about Rain , Thanks Nikko !
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016
I could smell and sense
the showers coming in the air
with an approaching storm.
I inhale this
light little scent of heaven.
The rain will never dampen my spirits.
No umbrella for me tonight.
But, I don't mind,
I'll walk in the rain.
I savor this
sweet little taste of heaven.
The flavor is cool and refreshing,
with a purity
that is almost indescribable.
It is cleansing to my soul,
I can feel it
washing away my cares,
and making it okay to smile, again.
I experience this
gentle little caress of heaven.
When it soaks through
my jacket and my jeans.
My shoes splash
in the rain
with every step that I take.
I can hear it
tap dancing on the rooftops,
with invisible feet.
reflect on the wet pavement,
in pools of gold and silver.
The neon signs blink,
red and yellow,
blue and green.
Like drips of paint,
it puddles on the street.
to where there was none before,
only a flood of gray.
Now there is a palette
of fragrances to absorb.
Creating almost a rainbow
in the nighttime.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
November 11th, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "Fragrance Of Rain"
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013
Chaotic rain divulges errantly
how can this be God's poetry
it plunders like a tsunami
the Devil's masterpiece
How can this be mercy
torrent waters surge
floods creating oceans
Each rain drop becomes louder
caught in the line of fire
no escaping the bullets
tranquil peace destroyed
Peaceful melodies are lost
storms reflect unpleasant music
senseless evil heavy metal lyrics
no purpose - shouting and screaming
Doused, drenched, engulfed
suffocating - soaking strain
where is Noah and his Ark?
Will this barricade conclude
The Silent One
7 January 2016
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016
Hiding alone in the shadows
guarded, trusting no one
silently watching, waiting
Is life worth living?
Can anyone save him?
His vision clouded, blurred
The sunless skies have him confused
a drenching and soaking rain
flooding the autumn bonfires
Which blazed in once upon a time
with ardent passion
in the dense forest
of happily ever afters
Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2014
When the rain shall come
When the new day shall be
You and I will rejoice
For the rain will wash away
The painful seasons of tyranny
For the new day shall bring
A dawn of a new hope
The hope to continue living
Long days of waiting for rain
Have never been easy at all
But when the rain shall come
The drought shall run to hide
As a gush of rain water
Quenches the dilapidated dusty ground
And you and I shall
Drink the water of the rain
As we curse the dying dust
Of the dead drought,
When the rain shall come
Copyright © HONESTY OIMBO | Year Posted 2010
I need to hide
to drown my sorrow
to not feel obligated to stay a secret
the darkness to blanket my self inflicted pain
the thunder to stifle my screams
the lightening to set me on fire
I need it to rain...
I need to be revitalized and invigorated
to feel serene and tranquil
to be calm and collected
the darkness to bring me peace
the thunder to direct my mind
the lightening to guide my heart
I need it to rain...
I need to escape
to feel the ground at my feet
to feel the wind in my hair
the darkness to blind my captor
the thunder to clap in approval
the lightening to sever my shackles
I need it to rain...
I need to grow
to heighten my potential
to cultivate and thrive
the darkness to shelter my fraility
the thunder to ward off any imminent danger
the lightening to strike as my weapon
I need it to rain...
I need to be laid to rest
for someone to cry for me
for someone to long for me
the darkness to resemble my abscence
the thunder to echo my voice through your ears
the lightening to flash visions of me before your eyes
I need it to rain...
Copyright © VALERIE THE HEAVY HEARTED POET | Year Posted 2013
i stood looking outside
listening to the rain
with its long slender fingers
tap a tune against my window
squeegees in hand
i could see
the troops of drops
clean the air
for a clearer view
while on their descent
holding their umbrellas
attempting to escape
the cruel barrage of
knocks to their heads
there are a few children
in their rainy day gear
locked and loaded
steady and ready
attacking the puddles
with a fierce offensive
crushing any and all puddles
dare question their authority
jumping and diminishing
the enemy ruthlessly
the children's joy
propels me to thoughts
of the gift ahead
a rainbow large
or maybe a double arc
fully colored vibrant
i proceed to prepare
my rainy day cocoa
in my neighborhood
it's a law
cocoa in hand
i return to my show
the trees are soaked
the rain unrelenting
the plants forced
to bend under the
weight of heavy rain
all the tiny flyers
for their landing
are in their
out for their
from the earth
will be glad
of any kind
they would think
the rain now
is descending violently
apparently in cahoots
with the wind
but still no
thunder or lightning
this must be their
a paid vacation
my cocoa only
warm and almost
i decide to
bid the rain
a good night
September 12 2014
Rainy Day Contest
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
it's raining again,
been this way for days;
swirls of graying clouds
hiding the blue of skies
and my eyes
than everything else
the river's rising again,
perhaps higher than my own ego
as i lose myself
in the pockets of current.
current, and past events
build this dam
against what it is
that i love,
and them the same.
i lay, head down,
in the only breath i know
between the sighs
reality and dreams,
and i'm not giving up my last breath
through any of these storms
that fall from winded words,
instead, i'll keep breathing
deeper and deeper
attuned with your own breath,
as we make love, reality
i saw a rainbow
through your eyes
and i settled myself
deeper in your heart
you ever drifted off to sleep
your gentle touch,
of my dreams,
becomes the sun
through rose-colored passion,
and love again blossoms
blending all that is real
from little pockets of rain.
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
blackbirds in the rain
walking among the fallen leaves
under the old mango tree
with dripping leaves
bathing the grass below
blackbirds diligently lifting
the rain soaked fallen leaves
peering underneath for insects
by the drizzling rain
pausing to gulp one down
then scooting off again
searching for more
sitting under the shed
with raindrops playing their music
on the galvanised sheet roof
with a beat
within my inner being
putting me in a trance
connecting me to the rain
and the puddles on the ground
with the raindrops
gently tapping the water's surface
creating rings that collide
with one another
disrupting their individual shapes
creating a dynamic new pattern
reflecting their unity
and bubbling with energy
in the drizzling rain
O what a deep feeling
of peacefulness and serenity
with the rain
the dripping leaves
and the puddles
serenading my spirit
with the eternal song of Nature
and merging it into the
Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse.
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014
Days and nights of hibernation
within the clapboard walls,
winter winds have eased
and only the sound of rain peals
upon the storm glass panes.
The desire to go out, to run, to scream
is strong, yet, on the rain taps a tarantella.
The parting soil unbound from icy grasp
permits the spear of crocus and of daffodil
and though the rain drones
an accompaniment with the clock
sleep does not come.
Knots of lassitude untwine
as child-like upon the open porch I stand
reaching upturned palm into the falling rain
watching as it strokes the waking ground.
Cleansed are we all by sky and rain and wind
rain on, bless the ground, let Spring begin.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
The outside world is a knot of tension,
silver-stilled under swollen sky.
Cloud-buds begin to bloom: slow release
of love's rivulets, slow seeping.
Cold rain purls the steamy window.
Wet pearls, moist mist of kisses,
dewy opening of water flower.
My calyx, enclosing my obligations -
those sticky, cold clams.
It doesn't occur that I will be forgotten,
that I will slip out of orbit
and into a dark amnesia -
the void where droplets shower as stars.
So my losses manifest themselves
as water-gasps of desert.
Water-tongues, softness of mouth-clouds,
petrichor of soft sheets,
and the sheeting drops drizzling seeds.
Touches are blessings, raindrop-soft.
We lie like spoons in the silver drawer.
By strange coincidence the last stanza mirrors the first with a combination of thirteen words, five on one line and eight on the other!
Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2016
in my dream he watches and I feel his desire
his need and I fear it, yet something lures me
I sense him in my dark room and feel confusion
it overwhelms me, I can hear his breathing close
he whispers my name, it comes violently like thunder
looking into his fathomless eyes I see love and hate
then his lips are crushing mine, it is obsession
he is evil, he is love, he is desire, he is cruelty
go away, come back, I love you, I hate you
he wraps his arms around me, oh the memory
then the dream fades and I am left crying
why does he haunt me but only the rain answers
November 14, 2011
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2012
When it all happens inside yourself,
you're Jesus and Judas, Heaven and Hell,
a mental masturbation of solitary rhyme,
a dead leaf blown by a wildly, wicked wind,
gathering realization, a consciousness of dawn.
You've tipped the hourglass,
slowly and scarcely swimming the sands of time,
Heavy on fragile awareness.
Breathe deep the only petrichor
that you've constructed to carry you through.
There was only ever this moment.
There was only ever you,
standing amidst ancient ruins
praying for rain.
Let it rain....
Rain on me.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2016
Cold wet coastal today
Sat myself behind a sanctuary
The rain beating rhythms
On window panes
Hot coffee and brandy
Warm inside The Athena Café
Radio spends its missed tuning
Hissing tinny tunes
Love songs of having
Blank the grey sky
Flattering dreaming thoughts meander
On emotions wandering
With photographic memories
White satin dressed
Curls of auburn red
All I fell for
All I lived for
Her crown tilted
The mischievous angels
As my fingers remember
They once ran themselves
Through your hair
As my lips in accord
Re-taste the peach
I once knew
Sometime so long ago
I can hear your voice
A touch in my soul
Sentient it is
Deep and known
My eyes replay moments
Of vague tactile loving
And these memories wishing
Batter at some-where’s
Inside of me
Word forms swirl
In printed pages of you
And send messages of distance
So far from me
To a horizon which is
Part of me
Out into grey meridians
My heart travels
While my seconds record
The splitter and splatter
Of rain on the window pane
Looking back at me
With your reflection
My coffee cold
And nothing but froth
The heat of my brandy
Matches the twists of floating smoke
Sends my thoughts out riding point
To the cavalry of clouds
With the banner of love
Rides wing-ed horses
With fire on their hooves
Lifts all this nescient knowing
Tiny rippled pools
Drop on the sheen
Dark colours anew
Of rain fall continues
One more coffee
No more brandy
Time to leave slowly
And some how find an end
For this poetry
Find a way to Morse code my heart
Out into expansive skies
And wrap my arms
I remember the home
Of holding you
The rain has stopped
Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009
(Gentle Summer Rain)
light pouring silver gray
enriched thoughts fall from the sky
complete path towards-
Blissful, Delighting Peace
small ceremonial rain dance.
Gentle therapeutic rain
on a warm summer day.
falls of heaven on my skin
lovely healing memory
embracing promise land
means of escaping
utopia in a cloud
light mist paints the Earth
"Drizzling summer rays."
Swimming in sunshine, rain.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
In an open field of endless, noiseless distance,
Rolling clouds cast an impending gloom;
A welcomed and promised darkness descends.
My eyes shut as I breathe in the aroma,
In anticipation of
The cleansing that quickly approaches.
I cloak myself in the breeze, as it promises a release..
The cool wind, calming, so gently serene...
Sweeping over my overheated skin.
Finally, the fury is perfectly unleashed down upon me.
The winds, gusting in a frenzied rush
My hair whipping haphazardly around,
Stinging at my face.
I smirk toward the sky, as I silently, but eagerly
Await the onslaught -
This desperate release that I longed for in secret.
It sought me out, and found me.
I hear the angry sounds
The roaring, begging to weep alongside me.
When suddenly, the violent tears begin to fall
With a sudden, breathtaking destructiveness.
The thunder, like me, cries out in pain,
With such sadness, angry liquid bathing the parched earth.
It saturates my face, my body drenched.
As I stand in the midst of the deluge, in awe,
Crashing winds attempt to destroy me,
But cannot find the strength.
Until the tears eventually run dry,
The painful clashes and cries become silent..
The skies yield to light, as the great and
Terrible sun demands to be seen.
I open my tear-stained eyes,
And glimpse a different world before me...
Cleansed and made new.
And I cannot understand, nor
Fathom the reality...
Of the beautifully, perfect
Copyright © Shirlee Rincon | Year Posted 2014
Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?
The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?
I watched in solemn silence
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
and soon it will pass.
The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.
May 13th, 2014
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
The great Serengeti's broad
face lies in the African sun,
dry, weathered, cracked,
thirsty for the season.s tears
Storm clouds gather on her
brow like an old lady's curls
An empty promise
...The rains are too late
The children of the Serengeti
lie down on her dusty bosom,
never to rise again
A desperate waiting fills the
At last, a single drop of rain
falls on the delicate skin of
the vast plain, then another
There but for an instant,
before it vanishes into the
Another drop, then ten, then
dozens, then hundreds, until
the broad face that is the
Serengeti smears through the
Watering holes fill and
breach, streams and rivers run
Mysterious fish pop out of the
Sweet grasses leap up in the
Yesterday the majestic
canvas was devoid of life
Today, overflowing, a palette
gorged with color and life…
the cycle begins anew
The Serengeti awakes!
Copyright © Trisha Sugarek | Year Posted 2014
pitter patter pitter patter
a playful LIGHTNESS WEIGHS HEAVY
defiant droplets dance
down the outside of the window … pain
a heart FILLED WITH EMPTINESS
FRAZZLED AND RAW
bright sunshine is too brash
yet raindrops ...
so reminiscent of a sound
to be heard on the
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
At the stump of the fig tree
where sweetness and fragrance
have long departed
a rain spider has built a nest
of autumn-dried leaves
covered with a blanket
of delicate silk.
I stand and watch
the little spiders
coming out to play
in smooth fur jackets -
first, a game of tag
and then a fencing game
with slender long legs.
Soon they will spread out
and scurry around in the hunt for food;
raising neck hairs and bring shrieks of terror
as they intimidate nervous children and wives.
Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013
The trees soar high into the sky
Monkeys dangling, now swing
filling the air with screeches
Colourful parrots take to wing
of reds, yellows and oranges
drowned by the dripping water.
Man-eating plants on guard,
Fresh rivers of fruit and bark
ground to the gorilla
Orchids of oxygen supply the wind
Vines hang peacefully throughout
the rainy garden.
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
poem of the day 08/02/2015
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2015
Old Poem: Toes Of Rain ...4/6/2014
August spills rains
with tapped grains, like
pearl veins on roofs
Drenched in soft hue,
toes play new songs
of blue night’s croons
Makeover: Flavor Of Rain 4/5/2015
Just now, the saline flavor of rain
crawls on my cheeks , drips on hands
then sprawls out unto a wet lane
tingling like a new song
in the blue of night-time, ready to waft
through the flesh of moist petals---
rows of half-sunk blooms levitate as
if their mouths hunger for salty broth
from weeks of flushed heat.
There I am, drenched in the sudden
pour of sheet willing to partake of
such welcome…yes! wake me, melt me,
inhabit me with pearl veins...
bit by bit, the same chimes flutter on my limbs
trailing in a gait of conga strut ---tunes jumping
from a droplets’ swish---couples blending
as one porcelain-like figurine, with vapor glistening
on slippery skin…
and for all the rush and moist touch
of this fluid croon, gods laugh
as if nothing mattered.
Roy Jerden's Makeover
~ I wanted to write a more 'edgy' poem
using the senses as my creative handle~
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
Like the disappearing sun of yesterday ( )
So has her childhood dissolved away ( // )
With two white steeds that are the trees ( / / )
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze / /
She rides against the wind
/ / /
Her name is Rain
Born with the grain of knowing
Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
Or view the valleys of the past
/ / Tho', ...be not envious of her rampant blood!
Where origins are buried in another world
Where voices speak in lost syllables
In a language of no forgetting
Where the laughter of the birds is still
And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
/ / /
For she would rather turn her face to the sky
/ And feel the gentleness of the mist
She has a burning desire to be free
Free of the gift
/ / Free of the burden
Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
// // /
A voice of the thunder calls her
Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
So the earth can be beautiful
Where the sun comes after the rain
/ Where the drought is over at last
/ Where rain becomes rainbows
She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze
/ / Her name is Rain
For Constance La France's contest "Rain, The Story"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010