cloud burst bursting drops;
drizzles sprinkle fine mist drops;
out pour down falls teem;
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precipitation,
weathered Vrochi to rain pelt;
quick waters flow down;
8/24/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
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Total # Words: 24
We're all related to the stormy firmament
Trying to figure out if it's about to pour down.
Or if the sun's just taking a long break.
It's hard to tell what's real these days.
The clang turns up so deafening you can't
Detect your own breathing and every divided
Wall is screaming a different analysis of the
Truth.
It doesn't matter what lingo you pray in, the
Shade of your skin, or where you call home.
When the ground starts vibrating, we all reach
For the precise same thing.
Something rigid, Something factual. Trouble
Doesn't ask for proof of Identity, A heart
Fragile sounds the same everywhere-
That tranquil, heavy crack that makes you
Sit up at 3:00 am and wonder: Where do we
Go from here?
Up looks like down, right feels like left.
We look at each other directly
Clouded glass, forgetting that covered by it all,
It's just bone, blood, and a soul trying to find
Its way back home.
These are daunting times to discern; the fog is dense, but we don't need a lantern to see the
Whole Alpine just enough light to take the
Very next step in alignment.
captivating drops
of rain dissipating falls
from the clouds drips splash
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splash pour down rain
comes cascading desends down
drencing earth grass grounds
8/9/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr
from heaven god's tears
pour down on the living
wiping sins away
Radiance of the morning glows
inviting heart's prayer for heavenly rise
ready to pour down blessing-flows
as God smiles with cheerful surprise.
The wind whistles over the mountains
Across the valley below
Just to let you know it’s there
And to say hello
The chill it brings makes the air go cold
You shiver and shake just to keep warm
It can also bring inclement weather
Hailstones, Rain or Snow
As it howls out its fearful call
Animals run for cover
To find a nice sheltered place
To huddle against one another
Darkened clouds form overhead
You know a storm is brewing soon
As darkness descends you tend to forget
Its only early afternoon
The Trees and Flowers will welcome
The storm that is about to commence
But an Owl contemplates his next move
As he sits upon a fence
The nearby wood seems to be
His refuge throughout the coming storm
So off he flies to sit and wait
Till all returns to norm
The Deer are all running wildly
Frightened at what is about to occur
As other creatures run and hide
Suddenly everything’s a blur
As the Wind and Rain starts to pour down
With Hailstones, Snow and Rain
The Valley becomes a desolate place
Until better weather returns again
Shortly all is quiet
As the storms desist and leave
But leaving behind such devastation
Such a sight is hard to believe.
I am the perfect entity
And I inhabit your reality.
I live upon the wind
And find a home in your hearts.
I am the loving power;
The supreme epidemis of goodness.
I live in the actions of the many
And find extreme pain in the evil of others.
I am love incarnate
But cannot live in the drought of this world.
With every rotation of the Earth
Comes deeper suffering
And soon my existence will be nigh.
Without love being shared i will surely perish;
Disappear in the Dark Abyss,
Which shrouds the hearts and minds
Of the grand majority.
So let the love pour down from the sky
And let me be reborn.
Let my revival strengthen all resolve.
Let the Rain of my love
Shower and wash away the darkness.
Let all the Earth start anew;
Be reborn in kindness and goodness...
Before its too late!
Give all our praises and glorify Him
Our faithful friend, savior, father and king
Divine graces pour down daily upon us with healing!
You come down
And strengthen the feeble.
You pour down
And awaken the dying.
The frail await your arrival.
Your departure saddens the blooming fields.
There’s a rebirth at your coming;
Hope begins to wane at your leaving.
The clouds quake at your appearance,
And the sun retreats to its chamber.
We see the signs in the sky,
Even the boisterous wind that sometimes heralds your arrival.
We sit in a room,
And you enter through a partly open window.
We scamper for safety;
My mother calls it a blessing.
You hold sway outdoors,
While the children stay indoors.
They watch through the windows,
Singing sad songs.
There’s joy deep within at your descent,
But mixed feelings for the seafarers.
Convey down the blessings of the Divine,
And cloak the warmth of the Sahara.
June 14, 2025.
Written: April 13, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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May the beauty of life pour down over me,
embrace me, let nature sway and play,
to permeate my soul, uplifting my spirit,
to soar out of my body, if only for a minute.
Where the children go to play
Is where the summer grass endures
And sunbeams - like a cascade -
Pour down upon their bronze shoulders.
This - the children have learned well:
Butterflies don't really flutter -
Instead - they dance a sky waltz
To the cicadas' fond clamor.
Every breeze is a giant's sigh
That brushes their roseate jowls;
Every cloud - some foam in the sky
Behind which angels may be found.
What they know - they won't divulge
But they know what each new day brings.
Pity them - some drab adults
Who are ignorant of such things!
We are so much more than we appear
Greater than the sum of our parts.
Not defined by hobby or career
Nor the shadows hidden in our hearts.
The image and the likeness of our Lord
Created to be loved and to love.
A treasure greater than silver or gold
Unique and special in God’s eyes above.
All creation shouts it but still we somehow doubt it
Forgetting faith when push comes down to shove.
We say we would believe it if only we could see it
But don’t you feel it pour down from above?
Yes, we are loved!
We are so much more than we believe
With dignity inherent in our lives.
But still we are too easy to deceive
And so we give up all for which we strive.
We are greater than the world might say,
More than merely flesh surrounding bone.
Destined for a brighter, better day:
A world much better than we’ve ever known.
All creation shouts it but still we somehow doubt it
Forgetting faith when push comes down to shove.
We say we would believe it if only we could see it
But don’t you feel it pour down from above?
Yes, we are loved!
Dear God in Jesus name will you on Los Angeles
Pour down the rain? Please give respite its in your
Power, despite evil plans.' Give some rain; let heavy
Clouds lower.' A fresh renewing curtain of love if
In your will? as with good news by the dove, fill the
Dams and flood rain down; show mercy Lord of all
Renown.' In the name of Jesus may relief come
Down.' Amen.'
Who knows who are the casualties of war?
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth, a light on this can shed
I also am a casualty of war
My soul is wounded by the grief I see
The war is raging here inside my head
I am held hostage, longing to be free
Survivor guilt is ravaging my nights
The blast of bombs, a morbid wake up call
Though I'm alive, I feel so dead inside
Like those cut down by hate, I take a fall
Destructor's cravings are insatiable
The sites destroyed include those of my mind
My tears pour down with that of martyrs' blood
Like refugees, a haven I must find
A lesser casualty, yet I am one
This war is altering my very soul
I am ashamed to claim a numbered place,
Yet war affects the country as a whole
Aggressors will not stop their killing spree
The toll of death goes higher every day
Who counts the living dead, devoid of hope?
The shroud awaits the ones this war will slay
These casualties of war exceed belief,
and trauma rages on without relief
benign bliss burn churning mind-body urn ~
causes conditioned beliefs to upturn
as God’s benedictions pour down like rain ~
doing nothing we ascend without strain
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