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Pitter, patter fall the drops of rain
It slides down the window pane
Leave tracks of fudged images
Seem to convey some messages
At night the room is dark and damp
Lightening sparks it like a mystical lamp
The light mingles with the volleying thunder
Make the visible images rent asunder
Dawn breaks under an overcast sky
Slight drizzle evokes a drowsy sigh
A bedraggled dog hunts for a shelter
Explores an open door to enter
The roads are muddy and filled with puddles
Few dogs take cover under a cart in cuddles
Children going to school is a torturous task
“When will the rain stop?”, they plaintively ask
“No respite for days”, the weatherman said
Roads are flooded, difficult times ahead
“Work from home”, is the only way
Pray and keep waiting for a better day
END
Shades of grey cascades on rainy days
Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter
Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter
Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter
Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter
Forever about weather they do natter
Seems the one thing that does matter
Flowers cowers at showers which batter
Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter
Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter
Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter
Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter
Some veg in tatters others seem fatter
Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter
Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter
Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter
Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter
Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin
Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter
Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter
Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter
Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter
Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter
Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter
Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter
Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
A warm embrace from little arms
Outstretched to reach my nose
She presses hers into mine
She holds her breath then blows
I feel the crinkle of a smile spill out the corners of her lips
She sneaks a cup of mama's coffee
Haughtily takes 3 sips
Belly ablaze she rumbles now
Uncontrollable and proud
The room starts to dance
At the sound
I watch in awe as the lights go in sync
With the twinkle in her eyes
She commands her audience
And calls home the prize
Pitter patter footsteps come up from behind
Gently pulls my sweater
As if i'd ever mind
Sweet hushes of morning's first breath
Fall on my waking ears
Faint hellos
Dancing across the room
In tip toes
They wrap their fingertips finding a home in the other
This my hearts yearn
To be a mother
Skies bring happy tidings; Hear peals of thunder "clap"!
Lightning brings great illumination with no gap;
Why should barren clouds move with no torrential pour?
It's, thus, when my soul thinks, wings, begins the rare "roar"...!
Each creature proclaims beauteous divine nature,
Each little leaf "jingles" his love-legislature;
Slowly falls in landscapes "drizzly" drops; soothing-filled
"Pitter-patter" of rain, then, benign smoothing-thrilled...!
Am I hearing the breeze "gargling" to hear her throat?
Have pandemonium of parrot lost their coats?
"Crash" and "creak" and "croak" are heard from nook and corner,
Bull-frog, rat-snake or fish – which is fit for honor?
Angry winds "slam" the doors; As you open, drop "splash"!
"Boom" "beam" and "bop" from nowhere echoes like air-crash;
"Mumble" of butterflies-primroses speak volume,
"Babble" and "rattle" and "gabble" and "chatter" "boom"...!
"Click clickery clack" of the sound of train unseen,
"Cling clung crackle" of landscapes I have never been;
Am I dreaming in ninth cloud as I am happy?
Surroundings seem so splendid; scenes solemn, sappy...!
These games of nature we need to be acquainted,
Beauteous is the sky! So prettily painted!
Talk on God needs Philosophy, theology,
True love-living lies in truest anthropology...!
07 July 2022
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
The sun is up, and I'm up. Both the sun and I are up, we're up, we're up
Off with my sleeping clothes, off it goes, off it goes,
On with my play clothes, on it goes, on it goes,
Down the steps, I go, though careful I go, careful though, careful I go,
The breakfast table is where I sit and eat, sit and eat, seats I,
Mom eats and looks at me, looks and smiles, and smiles and smiles,
Mom says, "If you're done, wash up, then go out and play!" Wash then play, Mom says, Mom says,
Out the door, I run, run I out the door, I run and run,
My toy boat is in my pocket, it is in my pocket, my toy boat is,
I see the park where the small stream flows, it flows and flows,
There are people, everywhere. They are here and there ... they are everywhere,
There are a few people by the small stream, just a few, just a few,
Out of my pocket into the stream, my toy boat goes, it floats and flows downstream it goes,
The people are running and leaving, here and there and everywhere,
The pitter-patter of little rainwater, pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
Go away rain go away and come back another day,
Oops, I forgot, I did say that yesterday and the rain had stopped, it did stop, it did,
I guess today it looks that way, my bad, my bad, today's the day,
Back into my pocket, my toy boat, my toy boat,
Now, back to the house, I run, and run,
Sigh, I'm wet, I'm wet, I am wet to the bones,
Back home to Mom, I run and run,
I may be wet, but Mom will smile, she'll smile, she will,
Though not at first, just a bit concerned, just a bit, you know she'll be,
I'll take a warm bath and put on some dry clothes,
Then I'll do whatever,
but just a tad every once in a while,
I'll turn and smile and she'll smile too,
Now that is not bad, not bad at all ...
Car for a boat, eh!
Ram, ram, varoom!
Pitter patter …pitter patter the glorious sound of the rain drops spatter.
The earth rejoices, the trees dance to the rhythm of pitter… Patter, you can see the smiling face of the white lilies by the river side singing and shouting…ho …what a beautiful quire … pitter… patter …pitter ... patter of the rain drops
The grass shouts hallelujah…hallelujah… ho, what a celebration the dry times are over the green lands are back again
It’s a picturesque view when the land turns from brown to green the mountains come alive clapping its hands joining the jubilation of the pitter …patter …beat.
The winds mixed with rain, magic to the ear. The land sings to the tempo of pitter …patte
We must all revel in this moment when nature comes to life, the beautiful sounds of …pitter …patter.
Midst hot months, cooling is a need
refreshing every one indeed
with showers, smiting humid days…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Heavenly pitter-patter noise
creating melody of joys
assures harvest with bliss always…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Rainbows radiating hope bright
showcase colors of vibrant light
marking supplies of no delays…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Among varied caregiving tasks
bathing spree is where my heart basks
as special child enjoys swimming ways…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
Pleading for needful water-quest
restless due to climate’s warm zest
faith trusts God for clouds from sun rays…
Hence, blest raindrops are welcomed grace.
*2 Corinthians 9:8 - "And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work."
May 22, 2024
1st place, "Raindrops" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jcb Brul; judged on 6/25/2024
3rd place, "Raining in Summer" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 6/5/2024
Pitter patter, drip, drop, it’s not an April shower
Drip, drop, drip, drop raining hour after long hour
Suddenly the sun streaks through, javelins of sunlight
Then back to pitter, patter, and rain throughout the night.
In and out of doorways, trying to stay dry
Thunder crashing the Queens dead, the country seems to sigh
Edward the happy monarch will rule with fun from now on
Rain, rain, it never stops crying for the Old Queen is gone.
The sun breaks through the London grey, it sparkles on a tree leaf
Drops still dripping slowly, displaying all their grief.
Happy times are coming, skipping down the London streets
Children playing hopscotch, while the bobbies are on the beat.
A blossom opens a leaf unfurls, breathes the rain drops in
The first sup of clean water in these london streets so grim.
Pitter, patter, feel the rain - dodging in and out of doorways
Trying to keep dry in the summer rain as one does always.
The ringing of the bells, Big Ben strikes the hour
A begging hand from a pile of rags huddled in the shower.
The old queen is dead and gone, but wanders through her city
Looking left and right, she shakes her head in certain pity
Through London town she wanders where dirt and grime abound
She’s searching for she does not know - until it she has found
The thunder crashes the rain pours then drips slowly to an end
The queen is dead long live the King she prays his ways he’ll mend.
©~GG~ 2012
Entry for Tracie's Anything goes competition This is a Poem I have just done for a Magazine about when Queen Victoria died.
My ornamental garden is full of multi-hued blooms.
Iris, tulips, roses, and sunflowers are in full swing.
Briançon plum trees and apricots around are in plumes.
Columbidae, pigeons, and cranes have grown now sturdy wings.
The summer or the winter will not trouble my flowers.
The Fall will not stray away from all the little leaves too.
The monsoon, with its pleasure-filled pitter-patter showers
Will cause a green cataclysm and grand landscapes to view new
Olive branches with freshness and fervor in the breeze sway
The sun and moon are in meticulously measured rhythms.
The lush green shamrocks stand like emeralds in an array.
Eight-pointed stars shine like geometrics with logarithms.
Why fear, then, when peace is flooding like the brim-filled rivers?
Why doubt in mind when all things around us are life-givers?
The smoldering sun shines incessantly
Until the earth’s humidity hastens
The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers
The spacious skies above and suddenly
Gentle rain soft but steady
Begins to fall, splattering and wetting the soil.
The pitter-patter pronounces a petrifying tune
Upon the roofs, amorous rondel tunes.
Oh, how I love the fresh feeling of the rain.
I feel like singing in the heavenly showers
I get dishevelled and drenched.
Yet I will sing a symphony of love,
For I am happy even more.
Love is in the air.
Thank God, no lightning spoils the sky.
Yet it rains even more.
The grass is even greener now.
It sparkles with dewy drops,
And sheds its pleasant petrichor,
A harmonious and happy fragrance
In our vast verdurous vale.
Meantime my Mary joined us in the melee`,
We dance a Dougie under the deluge,
Until tired we went in for a warm shower…….
Placed 2nd