And the Rains Came
once I had a reverie that I lived in an emerald lush valley,
deep and opulent with tangled branches and a flowing stream;
my home had a front door of azure blue painted so brightly,
the rain came unexpectedly and swiftly and beautiful in my dream;
and the birds called with a frenzied fear and with a terrifying scream.
I heard the thunder rumble in the distance reverberating,
soothing raindrops dripping in a delightful and melodious tempo;
then the wind and rain were suddenly hitting my home hammering,
water flooded the stream and rain fell quickly in the valley thundering;
my home began to tremble as the deluge cascaded into my window.
I was lost in roaring waves struggling to hold onto something solid,
my blue door drifted by and I grasped onto it as I flowed away;
hearing the familiar meow of my calico she climbed aboard all wilted,
we swirled with the rising water leaving the valley without delay;
above and down the other side of the valley we glided- two castaways
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March 23, 2015 (re-write from January 23, 2015)
Poetry/Quintain/and the rains came
Copyright Protected, ID 01-656-381-23
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Entered in the Standard contest, Any Poem #33,
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 04/2015
4th Place
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