Poetic Precipitation

Sometimes, when it rains it pours.. There is no time to take a pause. You drip a drop atop a page, and suddenly an ocean's rage at being trapped inside a cloud is roaring in you, clear and loud. You prepare yourself - it's coming now.. A creative bolt, a mental rumble; another heavy-landing globule precedes another, and then some.. The poetic deluge has begun! What to do but let it flow? Or you'll never know where it could go.. Inspiration has a mind of its own.. Verbal torrent drenches paper. There's no saving it for later. Channel each word to its place - with punctuation - to carry rhythm and pace. A chosen few contribute rhyme. A flow through every sodden line. Yes, each drop will have its time.. Metaphors for every verse, to quench an eager reader's thirst, and similes inducing smiles, like rainbows spanning wet sunny miles. Some sentences so deeply profound, it's lucky, in poetry, one cannot drown! But now the monsoon's calming down.. The creative ocean's touched paper ground. Fluidity's moving the odd bits around.. Puddles of words soak into their places, while the poem's poetics dampen even its spaces. Those post-downpour drips add their finishing touches - at last they are free from that ocean-cloud's clutches! Now the final few droplets have accomplished their fall.. It's time to dry off and read through it all.