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Hidden in the rain drops coming down
Galaxies hide between each one unseen
Wandering particles, giants meandering
Caught in humidity thick amid the wet
Heat waves measure out ripples
No matter how hot and heavy it gets
Vastness is left to the cosmos alone
Naked above the landscape
Green with envy nature makes no mistake
Begins by pouring out its heart
Showers are shrouded in storm warnings
Concrete weight takes the measure of rain
In streams of definition to the surface reservoirs
Fog rolls with the eyes misunderstanding
Stars stand out to fool the wanderer
Each one dots the sky
Cross boundaries of perception to be detected
Find resurrection in the storm
It is more than we can fathom in a tear
Mist worries us but that is not the same
Far and wide amid each system
Something undetected passes by
What about rain drops glistening
They capture our imagination
We miss what is going on between them
It is all about perception flanked by drops
Knowing not to sit about simply watching
Waiting for them to fall in cold succession
Vision can not pierce through solid clouds
Trust the blanket of the rain
To cover the cosmic wonders out of sight
Showers know what to do from their point of view
From their perspective
Which is good to the last drop coming down
The pearl Indian Ocean,my soil,Sri Lanka a blessed with no less anything,so impressed .Flora and fauna wherever to see and smell,mountain ranges sitting like angels in the central adding beauty,the rivers turning like snakes in all directions spring from their mother mountain genes.
It rains in all monsoons sometimes fails.Here and there some reservoirs holding rain water to generate hydroelectric power.Rotating Sun all over the world in March summer marched down here in Sri Lanka burning the Lankan heads.Rain falls here in monsoons and fails sometimes even during monsoon.The Sun in thirst drinking the waters with its ray hands,holding in the reservoirs until they are running dry.Sudden power cuts imposed for want of rain to the dismay of people.
When it rains in monsoons water,water everywhere in liters everyone to drink.But in March summer not a glass to drink.Power cuts imposed hitting the pockets of masses and crunch state treasury is like insult to injury.
Failing is in human genes came from Adam in Paradise but God never fails.God gives enough water even all to swim for years.How can it happen to rain every moment everyone like? God has given the sixth sense instead to make use of it to decide what’s right and what’s wrong.Men for his foolishness fail in his decisions and pass the blame on God for no rain.If men is that wise he has to save rain water in a proper way to utilize it when there is no rain.
We have enough learned people here but these unlearned give no room for the learned knowing geography,the one much learned mathematics but the unlearned let the learned to watch their monkey dancing to the tune of ignorance.It’s like
Dogs bark not allowing cows to chew grass!
Water, everyone's flow of life
Water, a sustaining life source
Water, encircles the whole earth
Water, heaven's treasure to man
Water, never a drop to waste
Build dams for conservation
Let us utilize watersheds
Water, God's treasure to mankind
Let our rivers flow, fresh and clean
Fill lakes, reservoirs, watersheds
Let not hackeries be denied
Water, a treasured gift from God
Give the fish and game a fair share
Let there be rain for all food crops
Remember berries, fruits and nuts
Water, God's gift for all to share
080522PSCtest, A Kyrielle About Water, Kim Rodrigues
Poutry Soup Syllable Counter
I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host
replicating in cosy subterranean cell
night-time radar feeding my needful innermost
viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel
I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling
fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium
caged meal within a meal, proximity shuttling
re-absorbed, disturbed, unsettling equilibrium
I emerge, swimming 'Trojan' in moisture flowing
aqueous channel opening, internal organ-treat
indulged, engorged, rapacious appetite growing
coughed-up bipedal phlegm, damp cold air to greet
I am scooped again, adjacent cloth, nearby skin
bodies pressing, heavy breath, compulsive sneeze
defences haemorrhage, weakened corpses grin
death is killing me, wretched repulsive wheeze
I seep through porous mask and sweating gland
my time is spent, havoc wrought, no place to go
anti-bodies gathering, hostile hordes at hand
I am oblivion but still have many names to know
The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
On days of heavy rain
tears from sad eyes
fall like drops from
gray cloud skies
Once, words sometimes
flowed like streams trickling
over polished rocks ---
Sometimes they rushed past --
torrents that broke through
crumbling dams holding
hesitant reservoirs of thought .
Sometimes they were
riotous tumultuous floods --
now, they ooze,
almost stop -- rarely, now
even meandering through
dry debris cluttering
the arid channels
of this aged mind.....
H2o, showers does cause colorful flowers on earth to greatly bloom
It is on the atomic table: this of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen
It being the transportation medium for all nutrients needed
Vital for all living cells absorbing their daily organic sustenance
H2o, in fruits juicy gushing gushers are oranges and watermelons
It assist us with our hygienic health and cleanses clothes
There in the sea we can do swimming, snorkeling and surfing
Grapes, of red and white wine fluids facilitate taste bud pleasure
H2o, in a human’s body is about 65%; that is liquid water
Steam vapors are in turbines and in steamboats and ship generators
Rains at cold temps produce unique snowflakes that falls to earth
Rivers and lake reservoirs are fresh water access and storage
H2o, in life, love, living and leisure, all is connected
Recommended is the drinking of it at eight ounces per daily usage
Medicines and milk and mangos all contain this wonderful substance
It is transparent, pure, refreshing, and very much liked and is needed
A dedicated ode to “the gloriously created and greatly used H2O
As drizzles or rain drops you involuntarily flow,
Are you, like waters in the mighty reservoirs, embanked?
Like waves of seas, why from my eyes you arise, I don't know,
Why, in a pure diamond-drip form within me you are cramped...?
At separation or loss or longing you break like dams,
Dribble as though you've to finish everything all at once;
Even hearts that are as hard as stones, often, become lambs,
Though in wisdom and logic, I am great, I turn a dunce...!
For my mother I cry; for my father and my brother,
Death has taken to himself many from my family;
Having seen many going, I, now, do not, much bother,
You flow like a waterfall; I get sticky clammily...!
Why should I have TO WEEP THE TEARS THAT NEVER LEARN at all?
Why should, unlike the monsoon every season you arrive?
From the eyelash all through the lid and cheeks and chin you crawl,
Why, though I do not want, in my unawareness you thrive...?
I know it is you, like the floods, wash away my despair,
You protect my eyes from dust and dirt and irritants too;
Yet, lo, in the heart of hearts, this is my humble prayer,
In the name of pain, the poor and lowly don't kindly woe...!!!
Conversation With A Glass Eye
“maybe if you’d listen to me instead of sleeping
the brain bullets might stop flying by like bad bugs
maybe we might be friends again as with the rain
it comes as the coldness comes from desert skies
then all can drink in the reservoirs of cool mercies
do you see my face can you acknowledge my stares
it thinks there are no sad days just the grind of time
the incessant bending of the wheel and the jack pin
its long arms extending to the closed eyes of night
maybe we can make love now while there is still time
maybe it doesn’t matter if death waits at the depot
watch out more brain bullets flying by like bad bugs”
Dear Mr. May:
On Monday, in Northern California, it was 89;
On the 2nd, it was 91. Today is the 3rd, and so far at 2:45 PM, it's already 91 degrees. A cool down of 82 is the forecast for Thursday.
Thanks for the relief of the heat, but why so little forecast of rain? Kind sir, please don't think I'm complaining; I'm just wondering
about the raining. Please pardon me if it sounds like I'm ungrateful. The rainy season has served us swell, and I am indeed very thankful.
The pain of the drought is gone, and we have gained a lot of rain. There's no doubt that the fall harvest will overflow with waves of grain.
The birds and bees, flowers and trees, are just wonderful. The snow packs are great, and the reservoirs are more than full.
I anticipated your coming, but not with an entry of high heat. It is still Spring, and Summer will do well without your assist.
By the end of the day, my early vegetables were pleading with me.
Mr. May, I wanted to be among the first to speak to you about your showers. It's a must, kind sir, because it's really tough to be greeted each day with a 90 plus. There is moisture deep down below; but we need the showers to muddy the dust.
05032017cjPS; Contest, May Showers, by Nayda Negron