When Raindrops Fall

Pitter patter on rain polished pavements
Tears straggling down window panes
The rattle of ricocheting  raindrops on galvanised rooftops
Spiralling eddies in bull's eye puddles
Umbrellas ,shields fending off the sharpness
Of blasts of non-stop water bullets
Insidiously a soft drizzle penetrates 
Right through to the skin
Producing shivery limbs
And chattering teeth
Transformed by the sun into glittering diamonds
Which disappear with the welcome arc of the rainbow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Alex Avatar
July 14, 2024 at 10:45 PM
Very powerful and flowery words are beautifully used. Congratulations!
Bruce Avatar
July 16, 2024 at 7:14 AM
Alex,you are so kind with your comments. Thank you
mysore Avatar
July 14, 2024 at 9:45 PM
'Producing shivery limbs And chattering teeth'! beautiful poem, happy writing, congratulations dear poet.
Bruce Avatar
July 16, 2024 at 7:16 AM
I am always delighted when a reader findsenjoyable lines in my poetic offerings
Woods Avatar
July 14, 2024 at 10:14 AM
The good, the bad, and the ugly of rain fall! But always a promise to cleanse the pallet! Xo
Bruce Avatar
July 16, 2024 at 7:19 AM
Crystol, thank you for recognising the spectrum of rainfall visualised in this poetic submission
De Beaulieu Avatar
June 25, 2024 at 9:47 AM
Hello Denis Bruce, i like to listen to the raindrops fall. the sound of the raindrops on the window pane is like bacon frying in the frying pan. It is a soothing sound. Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene//
De Beaulieu Avatar
June 25, 2024 at 3:09 PM
Hello Denis Bruce, Oh, so do i. I treat myself to bacon once in a while. For breakfast or lunch. Enjoyyour evening my friend. /Darlene/
Bruce Avatar
June 25, 2024 at 2:22 PM
It is so kind of you,Darlene,to take the time to read my humble offerings. Rather than the sound of bacon frying,I just love its aroma
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