Blue rain taps the roof
Puddles hold the fading sky
Night folds into blue
rain falls on old tin
a stray cat slips through soft mud
mud marks my old path
Rain wakes mossy stones
A snail crosses fallen leaves
Puddles catch the dawn
In
Your eyes
I could've
Melted away
Into the spring rain,
Until no thoughts came to mind.
I don't want to ponder, I just
Want to hold your hands while I
Become something akin to nothingness.
Flowers fall away into puddles;
Before I could comprehend it,
The ripples pushed us apart.
Deep in our sleep, we dream
Of childish things like
"Fate" and "true love";
Even now
You still
Dream.
collection of rain
one drop at a time in tune
picture formation
Today my daily run, it's pouring rain
From exercise there is so much to gain
What ever the weather I will not refrain
I pass a group of smokers outside a fast non "food" quick death franchise chain
Running bare foot, bare top in just shorts alone
I feel the multitude of raindrops massage my tanned skin
Luckily I'm not a "LOAN SHARK"
In this heavy rain I would need to grow a fin
In the middle of the town I'm aware of many stares
that seem to indicate I"m entirely mad
I assume I don't have all their addictions
I'm free from many a nasty fad
So here's to the rain providing many puddles
into which ,with fun, I can run and jump and splash
The rivers creeks the land
with life giving water they are all awash
Another poem's come to mind
the time has come to dash
raindrops are dancing
uniting one by one
creating puddles
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" ' 'dear rain, stop falling—' ' ' "
puddles split the soaked asphalt,
umbrellas take flight
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Splashing in puddles is more fun than I remembered from last year
The duck was hopping up and down, giving his gnome a bit of cheer.
Gnome was jumping from puddle to puddle, laughing like a loon.
They had to hurry though, for grandma would be here soon.
Mommy had put them out to wait beside the porch for her.
The puddle jumping was a bonus, the water cold and pure.
Splashing is exciting! The duck told his excited wet friend.
Grandma arrived to jump with them, they hoped April would not end.
When it rains, I don't look for rainbows
Their endless curves have never appealed to me
Instead I look for the puddles
The puddles that remember every family that has danced there
Each person who has looked up and seen love for the first time as the droplets continue to make little rings on the surface
The colours across the sky don't remember that.
The rainbows take all of the attention because of their beauty
But I'll always admire the rain
The rain is forgotten because it doesn't radiate the happiness that everyone yearns for
Maybe that's why I'm forgotten too-
I don't spread the joy and beauty the others do
I don't blind people with colours to make them believe everything is perfect
But does that mean I can't hold the deepest love?
The rain falls down
on the barren hills and plains.
Water seeks lanes and yards,
Since the rills,and drains,
And local ponds vanished.
On the roads,
Passing cars splash water,
Dirty on paddlers' clothes,
As they leap high
To avoid the mess.
They jump again and again
Through the potholes,
Dodging the distress.
If rain lingers long
Water will flow,,
Covering the roads and
Flooding the localities.
Let's bear this all,
For without rain
Water scarcity will occur next season
And rice production will fall.
Cherish each drop,
For in every storm and puddle
Lies the hope of survival.
Blood Puddles
Blood puddles appear regularly on
the floor of
the spare room. They can
talk. They have an eagerness of
vision or
thoughts. Because they possess an
improved than I skill to
make the right decisions I sometimes get them to
make small and
big decisions for me. For doing that I feed them
artificial fibres used for
blankets and clothes. I feed them
too paint.
after spring rain
children stomp in mud puddles
splashing happily
In a gentle rain thoughts turned to you
seems so often that they do..
walking hand in hand
our reflection held hands too.
Through puddles we romped and splashed
as a child of a sudden summer squall
we, protesting youth
ignoring the wonder in it all.
I sang from a place deep inside, a place of happiness,
but I can't sing, you knew..
my heart didn't care, you didn't show,
smiling wryly.
Outside your front door, looked at the floor
our eyes found each other
they talked without words,
about puddles left from the stars
those inconsolable stars.
Splish splash on my face,
I smile with each touch;
Refreshed instantly;
Life in the raindrops
leaves my Muse inspired;
Revitalized
creative fire
dances blindly
in new puddles;
Nature’s stroke
a loud crash
deafening;
Thunder
claims the
prose.
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