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The first four poem are old poems written in 2015 - 2016.  The final one is a quick scribble, written this morning...

 

October Rain Is it simply a case of precipitation, moist warm air condensation or are they God’s tears showering us with love, as rain washes away our sorrows, in the hope of brighter tomorrows. Gloomy grey skies conceal a shy sun with murky dull clouds lingering. A cornucopia of soggy brown leaves slither and slide under our feet. A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously with no concern for those they disturb. Ladies shelter under umbrellas appearing morose, whilst school children splatter in puddles, laughing and giggling in sheer delight. The rain is never cold when one is young. Pollutant auto mobiles drive by monotonously their passengers are safe as windscreen wipers clear their way. Stores are lit with commercialised displays, as the air fills with excitement for fun that awaits. In hope the October rain does not dampen their spirits. Squirrels gather up supplies ready to hibernate. High above birds fly south for warmer temperatures. A fragile old leaf falls upon me through the blustery wind, leading to a philosophical thought about turning over a new leaf. Lost within the season of change and contemplation, one thing will never change though – the October rain. November Rain It won’t stop raining, dismal, forlorn murky skies above, similar to a depressed painter’s palette, bringing torrent outbursts, becoming heavier and heavier, descending louder and louder, drowning me in a deluge of emotions, soaking the sanity from my drenched soul. Sombre November rain is always different, colder and sinister like a virus rapidly spreading, poisoning my body with intense anxiety, battering me like a hail of bullets in the line of fire. Twilight is swallowed by blackness briskly, stars illuminate, as the moon glows, but nature continues to immerse me, bathing like a forced baptism. How I long for a glimpse of the sun to shelter, but there is no sign of a rainbow any time soon. December Rain Unexpectedly the timid sun made an appearance, an orb of flames, silent amidst the peaceful horizon. Wistfully, the harmony was short lived. Ferocious winds blew with merciless tones. Melancholic rain returning with little remorse. Inclement storms battering emotions, brutally defeating them into oblivion. Raindrops soaked like predatory demons, in conjunction with bloodthirsty winds, lost within the abyss of anguish and pain, seeking shelter from vicious venomous daggers. I stumbled upon the marketplace of sorrow, surrounded by souls lost to a religion of perturbation. Ambushed, I remained, impatiently in this downpour degradation, counting down the days of disturbing December deterioration. January Rain Chaotic rain divulges errantly. How can this be God’s poetry? It plunders like a tsunami - the Devil’s masterpiece. How can this be mercy? Torrent waters surge. Floods creating oceans, inescapable drowning. Each rain drop becomes louder, caught in the line of fire. No escaping the bullets. Tranquil peace destroyed. Peaceful melodies are lost. Storms reflect unpleasant music. Senseless evil heavy metal lyrics. No purpose – shouting and screaming Doused, drenched, engulfed, suffocating – soaking strain. Where is Noah and his Ark? Will this barricade conclude. Today's Rain Mamma, it's raining again. Feeling helpless in this stillness. I cannot control nor soften wildflower wings, withering against wildered winds. Dreamcatchers chime in a chilling pitch, swaying back and forth. In haunting voices. A path of lifeless petals rest peacefully, unresponsive, to the relief of raindrops. Missing in the mist is my soul, forgotten, forlorn, forsaken, forced to forage in a forbidden forest. I'm hungry, but too tired to feast, afraid to soak in cloudless rain, as I ponder is this the beginning, or a premature conclusion.

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Date: 7/8/2024 3:26:00 AM
Today's rain - 'I cannot control or soften wildflower wings, withering against wildered winds'. Dream catchers can have haunting voices maybe echoing nightmares. Fallen petals drenched in falling rain. Weather is unpredictable in todays world, climate change is like rambling in unknown territory, Im hungry I'm tired and ponder must i still be afraid 'to soak in cloudless rain', could this be the beginning .....'or a premature conclusion'. Great descriptions of weather my friend I have lived in Norton Fitzwarren as a child in Somerset and used to visited my grandmother in Leeds many times on several visits to England, who has now passed and 6 years years ago we toured parts of England, with Elias we loved it. Blessings, Jennifer. Please go to soupmail
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Date: 7/8/2024 2:16:00 AM
October rains herald Winter in the Northern hemispheres, windy, blustery days, Winnie the Pooh weather. Murky grey skies in November which give way way to constant drizzle or downpours, depressing and challenging one's sanity. Then comes December with a shy sun suddenly appearing and disappearing for a couple of days during the month but mostly as you say you wait , 'counting down the days of disturbing December deterioration'. Of course January is bitterly cold weather with occasional snowfalls, nowadays with climate change rain 'plunders like a tsunami' ...... suffocating soaking strain.'
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Date: 7/7/2024 8:51:00 AM
Rain has so many mixed feelings with me. These days I just wanna tear and let it drop on my face so no one can tell which it is. But I'm too prone to cold to dance in it. "A plethora of rain drops fall capriciously with no concern for those they disturb." Does the rain ever care? It does as it wishes. Lovely piece and interpretation of the rain and how it reflects on different times and feelings Dear, Silent.
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Date: 7/6/2024 9:47:00 PM
Beautifully written, a great read Silent. Have a blessed day, my friend.
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Date: 7/5/2024 3:04:00 PM
A great poem on how rain reflects the seasons. It encompasses the feelings and moods various kinds of rain inspire, from optimism and rejuvenation in October to despair and sorrow in November. You employ vivid imagery and detailed language to describe the many forms of rain and their consequences on the speaker. Simile ("similar to a depressed painter's palette"), personification ("raindrops soaked like predatory demons"), and metaphor ("lost within the abyss of anguish and pain") enhance the poem's imagery and emotion.
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Date: 7/5/2024 11:41:00 AM
A very beautiful poem- so many different perspectives on rain, enjoyed reading
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Date: 7/3/2024 2:44:00 PM
Creative lines about rain that is somewhat metaphorical about some other items in your life. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us. Your visit to my page was uplifting. Sara K
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Date: 7/3/2024 11:42:00 AM
July and the rain hasn't stopped for seven days. In saying that. The acid rain does clean the streets, and I get a face scrub for free, it's like a win-win.
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Date: 7/3/2024 10:22:00 AM
SO, my mind focused on what you wrote for Today's Rain. Sounds like a lot of wondering about the passage of time the apartness felt for what is happening outside. A lot to think about in this life we have. Hope the rest of the day was good!!!
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Date: 7/3/2024 8:54:00 AM
"nature continues to immerse me, bathing like a forced baptism." -- Love it! "I stumbled upon the marketplace of sorrow, surrounded by souls lost to a religion of perturbation." -- Great poetry! "Dreamcatchers chime in a chilling pitch, swaying back and forth. In haunting voices." Lots to enjoy in this fine work. A poet enjoyed by other poets. What better comment? Blessings my friend.
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Date: 7/3/2024 5:58:00 AM
What a wonderful rain scenario you have created. Rain in all its changing moods and intensity are brought before our eyes. The variety and diversity of each seasons' rain is spell binding. You have included every minute detail one can possibly include in a poem on rain and more. Only an extremely gifted poet can do it without repetition. Hats off to you dear Silent One. Of all, I like the November rain and January rain. What we have now is close to January rain. Into my FAVE.
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Date: 7/3/2024 1:37:00 AM
Perfect diction and great contrasts in your poetry. Emotions abound. You always excel.
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Date: 7/2/2024 11:30:00 PM
I have a Well well well...'For you Si, And its overflowing from words you've cried..? Tied In flowing ropes in tresses endless its assailed My senses and smashed my fence coupled With the rain this year I am considering getting More dryers here' dehumidifiers too..It seems The only thing to do? Its nice to get anothers Flow...? But you've overdone it a trifle' well I Think so?? Still at least the garden will become Green' once the ground can again be seen.' Hope you are good Si (not well)
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Date: 7/2/2024 9:22:00 PM
Loved the schoolchildren, the philosophical thought as a leaf falls upon you, the somber tone of endless November rain… “Ambushed, I remained, impatiently in this downpour degradation” & I cannot control nor soften wildflower wings, withering against wildered winds. You’ve outdone yourself, Silent!
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Date: 7/2/2024 8:27:00 PM
Keen observations on different languages of rain, S.... I don't know how inspired your muse was but this piece is beyond words ! salute
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Date: 7/2/2024 6:37:00 PM
wow Silent, I am speechless, that last scribble bares the soul, a fav *
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Date: 7/2/2024 1:19:00 AM
Your command of language and poetic expression is truly exceptional, setting you apart as a remarkable poet. The eloquence and depth of your composition on the topic of rain left me utterly speechless. Your skill in conveying profound thoughts through intricate metaphors on what may seem like a simple subject is truly remarkable and outstanding. You last 4 lines leaves one pondering. Anyway wonderfully written S1 and a fave for me...Hugs
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Date: 7/2/2024 1:11:00 AM
Dear silent one, where do i start! Gosh! Your reflections here on rain in various seasons and months, as well as in various ways, shows all the 101 shades of rain, leaving us readers like me in awe, inspired and sort of jealous, lol that I cant write as well as you! This post is a sign a confirmation of how consistent youv been throughout so many years, of how authentically and sincerely you weave words in such an impeccable manner! Truly impressive! These raindrops on digital canvas made me feel so much! How prolific you are can be seen and i love the way you always use poetic techniques to paint imagery and convey so deeply meaningful and soul stirring thoughts! Today’s rain made me feel the depth of rain ah cloudless rain! Those alliterations! And word pairings! You truly are the KING of Alliterations and imagery! You are definitely on the top in the list of talented bards! Love this!!!! Sending you light always!
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