Contest: THE SIMPLE POETRY
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Date: September 4th 2026
A warning signals
at the daylights dim.
An inconspicuous drop or two
tap my cheek -
An impulsively deep inhalation
as I glare at the clouds.
A more rhythmically consistent
offering of droplets touch down!
More excitable water follows
trampolining on the ground.
Puddles beat like drums
in a heavy rock band.
Soggy wet through
where I stand...
The brolly blew the wrong way out.
My waterproofs a flapper.
I grumble a sigh and shrug
at my failure to stay dry
as I'm caught out in the rain.
Criminal court grim
Inter-notional infamy
Now justice out; claused.!
While on my walk this morning…as I navigated the terrain…a raindrop fell upon my shoulder and I thought…how love is a lot like getting caught out in the rain.
You’re walking along…minding your own business…just like every other day…when you feel that first raindrop…you’re taken aback…and you try brushing it away.
Then the next raindrop hits and then another…you’re confused…you begin to fret…you were just out walking…you weren’t ready to get wet.
But as more and more raindrops keep falling you realize…you have less to lose and more to gain…so you stop fighting with your feelings and you give in to the rain.
And when you do…when you allow the rain to soak into ever crevice…every pore…you smile and you dance more than you’ve ever smiled or danced before.
And you think…it was only a short while ago…you tried to brush away that drop…but now…wherever you are walking…you don’t want the rain to stop.
And as it becomes a little easier to enjoy life’s blessings and to endure its aches and pains…you realize how lucky you were…to get caught out in the rain.
What am I to do, the machine in the loo
Rejected the coins, that I put in ‘for you’
You said, let’s just dance
Then we’ll take a chance
Now it’s diapers and ga ga, goo goo
We have a decision to make every time we’re caught out in the rain.
Do we concentrate on what we have to lose…or what we have to gain?
Are we sad that we’re getting wet and does that sadness cause us pain
or is there joy to be discovered…in every drop of rain?
We cannot choose when the rain will fall
sometimes we’ll win
sometimes we’ll lose
but how we react to the raindrops in our life…
that is something we can choose.
spring morning, sun rises
dark clouds descend
no coat, damn
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