Just a crack in the ground,
a pavement laid unevenly,
But let her tell it the world has failed her.
She is the sun so bright and
warm never expecting anything in return,
gives to all without prejudice,
never once worrying
about her own energy–she trips.
.
.
.
Just for a second
she wonders,
Why couldn't the world show
her the same kindness?
If the Rainman would concur, I would take all my days cloudy and
all my moments as this sodden one, but to my chagrin he does not.
Things come upon me near the moistened river. The water in the air
takes me back to a Styrofoam cup of juicy minnow bait on a drizzly day.
Countless coconuts swirl down this smelly tributary. They don’t
about each other or about why the tide takes them there it pleases.
You can’t tell me that they do not think like us, or maybe they don’t.
Either way they cannot know the sacredness of watching a ballet
of synchronized raindrops from beneath the water’s surface.
Submitted by Gary Baldwin (Jan 21, 2026)
for the Let it Rain Poetry Contest
the glass mirrors my breath
a pale dove, a strange face
ever near; out of reach
a chill creeps from the tile
I wait for an answer:
"Is it raining again?"
the sky bared no reply
a silence I have known
an overcast Kansas day
the kind that gives you a sunburn
without any sun
the clouds are dark grayish blue
thick sluggish unmoving
I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael
overcast
I like rain, not angry rain with an attitude
neglected by the mother cloud and take revenge
for its misbegotten infancy
lashing those who sought peace and the promise
of forever, with ice blasts
soft rain that feels like a caress, a day in June
Drips from my blue umbrella feel like kisses from
a long-time lover
overcast
I like rain, not angry rain with an attitude
neglected by the mother cloud and take revenge
for its misbegotten infancy
Lashing those who sought peace and the promise
of forever, with ice blasts
soft rain that feels like a cares, a day in June
Drips from my blue umbrella feel like kisses from
a long-time lover
clouds cold
subduing, suppressing
entity, inhabitant
activity ambivalent
bone-chilling
inhale
brilliance of sun
stark shining dreams
embodiment of
exuberance
when another day begins
with cold, grey, overcast skies
foreboding shivers the mind...
uncertainty looms
clouds may mirror my musings
but, nevertheless, I scan
the sky searching for golden
streaks and blue demesnes
The first winter’s rain
Brings in the chill in the air
The sun hides behind the overcast sky
Playing hide and seek with the grey clouds
A gust of wind whooshes through the trees
The cold weather is set to begin
I wrap myself in a blanket in bed
Reading a novel with a mug of coffee in hand
Untimely rain brings us such pleasure
A time to lie and contemplate in leisure
Milky bright sky with rain in her net
Morning performance with native duet
Whip cracks and choo-choos crescendo in song
Spurring near aves to jolly along
The flightless young to pipe up and squawk
Easy like eagle or hoarse as the hawk!
Where cockatoos chase each other and chatter
Raindrops descend, and pitter-patter.
As I wake up in a cold sweat from a night terror I cannot forget my mind unravels.
Anger has become an emotion I invest in with no interest accrued.
My torment is in knowing as the days grow longer my tolerance is becoming shorter.
I am programmed to obey my chemical imbalance if only to believe I am in control.
What horror is this that my forefathers left me in their will? Anxiety? Remorse?
My only solace is knowing that one day soon electro shock treatment will be available through the mail.
the sun shield of life
offers for a charming stroll
gloomy horizons
Written: March 19, 2022
A mother overhead,
bearing down
with beacon eyes -
my feet
on her beat.
The park -
overcast.
Hear the beat
of robin feet
on the muddy lawn.
Stranger in park -
no bark of dog
nor scampering squirrel.
Flood
like a murky lake -
the sodden path
is alive
with my steady
sneakered tromp
and the allocation
of worms.
2/27/2022
Overcast sky,
brings a rainy sky
to earth ...
In pronouncements of
gray and silver the leaden voice
call us all to
the contrition prayer showing that
the tenderness of the Lord
is manifested in many forms ...!
Atop a hill
outside a town,
a haven like none else
is found
beneath a crooked tree
an ancient bastion,
a shadow cast
on Mount Zion:
'twas my guilt;
a price was to be paid,
along with every sin
upon his head was laid
on the Cross
the pure reflected light
shone luminously
lily-white
sin forgiven
by his love
set free
Noah's dove:
In Christ rejoice
to the Saviour, sing and pray,
honour Greatest Love by choice -
give the Lord your life today!
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