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Rain Is a Gypsy

Rain is a gypsy we once knew,
singing her melancholy songs.
A restless nomad, quickly flew,
left crystal tears to wish upon.

Swirling skirts in dry river bed,
rain is a gypsy we once knew.
Danced in trees near a watershed,
as she coaxed clouds to spill anew.

Lassoed an early breeze that blew
her perfume followed where she went.
Rain is a gypsy we once knew,
yet precious raindrops she but  leant.

We wait for her to ride in skies,
a flash of skirts in lilac-blue.
Lightning afire in silver eyes,
rain is a gypsy we once knew.

August 30, 2022

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Michelle Faulkner September 8, 2022 at 10:37 PM This casts a spell, love so much here, especially 'crystal tears to wish upon' and your last stanza just captivating, with 'lightning afire in silver eyes' - just beautiful! Ann Peck September 20, 2022 at 8:02 AM Thanks so much, Michelle.

Rico Leffanta September 3, 2022 at 12:09 PM Interesting as in 2022, rain seems to fall where it is not wanted rather than where it would be welcomed . . . . Aloha! Ann Peck September 3, 2022 at 2:48 PM HaHa! Well, that's not exactly what I meant :) More a traveler, restless nomad, undependable. Aloha!

P.S. Awtry September 3, 2022 at 11:51 AM Rain is a gypsy—oh I really like that! Beautiful work. :) ps Ann Peck September 3, 2022 at 2:50 PM Thank you so much, P.S.!