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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required October Rain Is it simply a case of precipitation, moist warm air condensation or are they God’s tears showering us with love, as rain washes away our sorrows, in the hope of brighter tomorrows. Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun with murky dull clouds lingering. A cornucopia of soggy brown leaves slither and slide under our feet. A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously with no concern for those they disturb. Ladies shelter under umbrellas appearing morose, whilst school children splatter in puddles, laughing and giggling in sheer delight. The rain is never cold when one is young. Pollutant auto mobiles drive by monotonously their passengers are safe as windscreen wipers clear their way. Stores are lit with commercialised displays, as the air fills with excitement for fun that awaits. In hope the October rain does not dampen their spirits. Squirrels gather up supplies ready to hibernate. High above birds fly south for warmer temperatures. A fragile old leaf falls upon me through the blustery wind, leading to a philosophical thought about turning over a new leaf. Lost within the season of change and contemplation, one thing will never change though – the October rain. November Rain It won’t stop raining, dismal, forlorn murky skies above, similar to a depressed painter’s palette, bringing 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. December Rain 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 into 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. January Rain 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, inescapable drowning. 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. Today's Rain Mamma, it's raining again. Feeling helpless in this stillness. I cannot control nor soften wildflower wings, withering against wildered winds. Dreamcatchers chime in a chilling pitch, swaying back and forth. In haunting voices. A path of lifeless petals rest peacefully, unresponsive, to the relief of raindrops. Missing in the mist is my soul, forgotten, forlorn, forsaken, forced to forage in a forbidden forest. I'm hungry, but too tired to feast, afraid to soak in cloudless rain, as I ponder is this the beginning, or a premature conclusion.
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