Paloma P Poet Burlesque

It's Reigning Poets

Rain made no apologies to sun
as it satiated a whetted appetite,
opined it was the right of nature
unconditionally given dispensation
by Mother Earth's nurturing favor
of life-giving creative indulgences,
whereon flower's blooming accolades
truly know the opulence of its essence,
whilst aroused poet's inspired reveries
ever shine 'neath abundant cloudbursts


 Anyone who thinks that sunshine is pure happiness,
 has never danced in the rain. -- unknown

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Lim'Rik Flats December 12, 2016 at 11:08 AM My pet duck would agree, but I tend to melt in the shadow of your reign...

Jan Allison October 27, 2016 at 7:05 AM I love the quote that inspired your poem ... looks like a thunderstorm is heading my way... no dancing in the rain for me. I love the rain and the sun to inspire me to write:-)hugs janxx

Daniel Turner October 26, 2016 at 3:23 PM I'd venture to bet, more poems are written about the rain than the sun. Beautifully written, as always, Paloma:)

Paul Callus October 26, 2016 at 3:11 PM An excellent poem with a great title to go with it, Paloma! Dancing in the rain is so very liberating. i should know...I'm a pluviophile:) Regards // paul

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 26, 2016 at 2:30 PM Beautiful poem, Paloma. Beautifully expressed. Lush and verdant language. I love it, I love it a lot. Great write. Btw, I did the final rewrite of "Seen This Movie Before." Let me know what you think, whenever you get a chance. I value your opinion greatly. Love always to you. RW Freddie Robinson Jr. October 26, 2016 at 2:32 PM Sometimes I like being a fool in the rain, Paloma. Just saying. Much love to you.

Chris Green October 26, 2016 at 1:54 PM I really love this one because dancing in the rain, kissing beneath an umbrella is so romantic to me. I especially love the first line without using “the”. I sometimes wish I wasn’t such a freaking romantic and more of an ass, because if I were, I wouldn’t sit here right now tearing up thinking about an encounter like this. You sure do know how to pull on the heartstrings.