Ann Peck Poet Free verse

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At last some rain for our thirsty land!

It's Raining

At first dark clouds
then a droplet fell.
Gathering strength,
small puddles
appeared
and began to swell.
It's raining! It's raining!
My neighbor joined
in my cries.
Is it the rain,
or tears in my eyes.
I reached out
my hand
as if to grasp
the heavenly spigot
to make it last.

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Brian Sambourne December 23, 2021 at 10:42 AM Another uplifting write! Rain replenishes, as do so many of your fine verses. Be well. Brian Ann Peck March 12, 2022 at 10:34 AM Thank you so much, Brian. I apologize for being so late in replying.

Kim Rodrigues August 30, 2021 at 8:37 AM Oh, this is so lovely! I can feel your zealous joy! Ann Peck September 3, 2021 at 2:29 PM Kim, thank you so much. I think you really felt my feelings and I'm so grateful :)

Suzanne Clear July 16, 2021 at 9:49 AM Anne, I could "feel" the rain out here in our high desert. Thx for your interpretation.. suzanne Ann Peck July 18, 2021 at 3:11 PM Thanks, Suzanne. It rained again this morning! We've been blessed!

Anitha Jayasankar July 15, 2021 at 10:41 AM I love the rainy season... As Mala said below, here in India it's raining in some places... Enjoyed reading Ann and thank you for your visit and comment on my recent poem... God bless... ~ Ani Ann Peck July 18, 2021 at 3:08 PM Thank you for your comments, Ani. And I loved your poem!

Gershon Wolf July 4, 2021 at 5:33 PM Good question: 'Is it the rain or the tears in my eyes?' -- Maybe a little of each! Happy Fourth of July, Gershon Ann Peck July 21, 2021 at 3:18 PM Thanks for commenting, Gershon. I believe they were tears of joy. It's amazing how so little rain can make the desert bloom.

Malabika Ray Choudhury June 29, 2021 at 9:12 AM Dear Ann, I love rain, and I love poems about rain. In India, poets write about rain using magical sound-vocabulary, because it rains a lot there. Your poem brought me that ecstatic feeling! Love ~ Mala Ann Peck June 29, 2021 at 2:58 PM Oh, thank you, Mala. I know India has the monsoons. I read a beautiful book about Inda - can't remember the title. Anyhow, it talked about how India put in a pipeline to pipe too much water to places that have too little. Why aren't we that smart?!

L Milton Hankins June 27, 2021 at 1:51 PM I am so happy you have finally gotten some rain, Ann. Rain? Tears? Either will do in this situation! Nice writing. Ann Peck June 27, 2021 at 2:07 PM Thank you, Milton! Of course, one rain won't cure our ills, but it may save some of my bushes :)