Comes the Rain

Raindrops hit the metal roof in a dancing melody The night a dark aura of deepest ebony Softly comes the wind to whisper to the clouds As sleep beckons through the quiet shrouds I wrap myself in the softest down of security Trees release the rain in gentle cascades fall The ground welcomes moist kiss from the sprawl And I, curled upon my bed, a voyeur of nature Realize her features upon my canvas portraiture And paint with colors the storms light winter shawl
written 9-20-2019 San Pedro, Guatemala copy right protected 2019
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Poteet Avatar
September 24, 2019 at 8:36 AM
Great imagery, Jeanne. Loved this one too on my romp through your quintellas this AM. Awhile ago, my grandson asked me, "Why is your grass white, Nana?" We are praying for rain. Two lines to remember: "As sleep beckons through the quiet shrouds / I wrap myself in the softest down of security"
Mcgee Avatar
September 24, 2019 at 8:56 AM
The mornings here in San Pedro have been so chilly I curl up in the blankets for a few more minutes all comfy and warm...so glad not to have snow...sending our afternoon rains your way!
Cunningham Avatar
September 20, 2019 at 11:37 PM
Can just hear the pitter patter of those rain drops Jeanne, Hope you're having a wonderful time. Greetings from Turkey. Tom.
Mcgee Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 7:14 AM
It is a glorious morning after the rain here...Spanish classes start on Monday so I have a couple of days to play...will probably never make it to Turkey! Have a wonderful day Tom.
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September 20, 2019 at 10:18 PM
Being a poet and a painter, this appealed to me in every single way from a variety of directions.
Mcgee Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 7:15 AM
What do you like to paint? It's a lovely sunrise here this morning after the rain.
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