I told everyone that I hate rain.
I told everyone that I hate every drop of rain.
I lied.
I lied that I hate being wet in the rain.
About Rain, I Lied.
I told myself what I like about rain.
I like holding hands and running in the rain,
smiling at each other.
I like dancing to a romantic song
with you in the rain.
I like every drop of rain touching me
when I am with you.
I like it when thunder falls.
I act scared just to get closer to you.
I like this scary yet romantic weather
when I am with you.
About Rain, I Lied.
I love it when our eyes meet and
smiles grow brighter in the rain.
About Rain, I Lied.
I don't love the rain.
I love being with you in the rain.
I can make it rain when things need to be washed down the drain,i can make it. rain and go inside, i don't want to play no more. Momma open the door turn on some soothing music to compliment the rain drops striking the window panes,thank God i can make it rain.
When things go wrong and sometimes they will do that I choose not to get on the phone and go chat chat knowing they can't do nothing about that 'n that I choose to make it rain cause i don't want to play no mo.
On some winter day
I’d be flying high
Through the pale of grey
To the bluer sky
Never liked the height
Flying frightens me
Bring be back the sight
Of the land and sea
Of the Chilterns plain
Stretching out below
From the window pane
Of the room I know
And the rain keeps wetting
Your shirts on the line
Isn’t it upsetting
How the day goes by..
Dark clouds gather, "here comes the rain again"
It starts "storming outside; rain, she keeps me home"
The "summer rain whispers me to sleep"
"Have you ever seen the rain"?
Sometimes when it's hot "I wish it would rain"
Let it come "falling on my head like a memory"
Then I'll "kiss the rain and wait for the dawn"
While it's "falling on my head like a new emotion"
"I see the raindrops falling on the window pane"
As "September rain falls on easy pain"
"When it's over, so they say
It will rain a sunny day"
"I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I heard the sound of thunder that roars out a warning"
Sometimes "I'll just end up walking in the cold November rain"
"Funny, but it seems it's the only thing to do"
R aindrops gather softly on the edge of waiting leaves,
R ipples wander outward in a bowl left on the porch,
R oofs hum gently under the slow percussion’s touch,
R unnels slide down windows like unhurried silver threads,
R iver-scent drifts upward from the warming desert dust,
R est settles over everything the storm has brushed,
R ain envelops the world in a calm, reflective hush.
sometimes, I see
a note of grace
shimmering
in the curve
of a raindrop
Past the borders, in between beliefs and life
I loiter until I can steal a brief little glimpse of light
From of what there can be until it's my reason I fight; is this a trade between my capacity to seek
For that of my sight?;
Is it the mistake of the dream to find its way to please a sickened mind?
Or is fault rather in the distance made when it leaves a hell it left behind?
And at what point will the world listen if not when it's right?
Am I looking at what's left after time?
Will peace attend?
Will we please the dead?
Can we let people in?
I don't know what I'm looking for.
I can retreat to the narrow tongue
And bask in the yellow breath of fires
cast upon me out of love
And I'd burn as a bulb
Retiring in a burnout
In a hope, a desire
To help you know,
That if it's love
Then when I go,
I gotta go,
There's a time
I know
I'll have to be replaced
You need your light
Use me and let me go
breaching the gauntlet
reaching the inner sanctum
vision quest tested
braved torrential rains
complete clarity of thought
eased the pain with ease
return trip departs
while traversing the chambers
that echoes my heart
It's easy to understand
That wings and wind
go hand in hand,
even if the wind is thin
Birds and other fowls,
Whether those who prowl
For prey, nesting far away,
Or those we see everyday.
Above the white clouds
Of beauty and tranquility,
Airplanes cruising speedily,
Need wind to keep them steadily.
With wings and wind, birds and planes
Sometime fly in the same lanes.
Sometime blinded by fog or falling rain,
Must be careful to avoid much pain.
While trees lift bright yellow combs
to attract squabbling honeyeaters,
lower bushes open bells and stars.
The ground, however, keeps time differently.
The first rain has entered dry sand,
but nothing has confessed itself.
For many weeks, we return
to the known places,
two people reading grass at ankle height.
We look for leaves
round to the touch
among the flat blades of grass.
Then, at last, a flower spike
begins its small ascent,
a dark seam lifting through the leaf.
That is enough.
We leave the certainty of known ground
and search the wider heath.
The flowering shrubs are loud with wings;
at our feet, the Autumn Midge
gathers its darker wings from grass.
Small plum-coloured flowers,
each with a dark, pendulous tongue,
grouped no larger than a thumbnail.
One camera.
A photograph. A report sent on
to the researchers.
We leave the place unspoken,
and the orchid where it rose,
hidden in the grass.
Color My World - Sponsor - Nette Onclaud 9-29-26
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Grey In November
When platinum winds howl
Red leaves turn silver
With their smoky breath
Dove grey clouds reign rain ~
Time for sweet cider
Next to a warm fire.
Just like the plants,
I like to dance in the rain,
The Xperience won't stain,
It helps heal the pain,
You can just feel the gain,
As it drains down your skin,
Tickling, Trickling its way in,
A saturation infatuation,
I love my relation to it all,
Small drops stop me in my tracks,
I snack on what's to come,
Some more keeps falling to the floor,
I'm soaked to the core,
It's pouring love from above,
All of the plants are singing,
It's brining in abundance,
A fun dance hides in the leaves,
Leaving treasures for entities,
To small for us to see,
Feeding all things above the sea,
Meeting the needs of all beings,
So if you're seeing the rain,
Remain aware of what's truly there,
Share in its abundance,
Do a fun dance,
Regain the chance,
To Xperience the effects,
Of one of natures best aspect.
The rain pours like blessings from heaven
The lillies and ferns dance and sway swiftly
The dry soil turns swampy and soft
It glides away all that rests upon it
The feeling is so vibrant and cozy
The hopeful heart flies with wings far off
Wandering like busy butterfly...
Blue called a meeting at half past two.
The moon borrowed a beam
for light inside the house.
The sea arrived on a horse.
Its tail curled up tight.
The sky was a writer.
It always had a pen.
The rain rushed in, his storm coat
dripping on the floor.
The wave measured its length
rushing through the door.
The cloud looked like it would burst.
It had been eating all day.
“The minutes?” Blue asked.
The sky had written them.
The wind had other ideas.
I beseech the sun to undress the stars
In the same manner you disrobe hearts
Inspiring indigo pulse to dance runaway
Carrying cranberry cries yellow yesterday
Exposed by charm your whimsical words
I’m like a feather in your arms like birds
Riding romantic breeze unlimited heights
Purple passion coloring days and nights
High as a red kite I’m destined to swoon
Emerald eyes hypnotized by light of moon
As a night flower power in your blue bloom
I lay with you hours as we cradle and spoon
As hot as lava you stir me from within
I am white paper ready to receive black pen
Words fall like rain despite night or day
Forever promising you’ll never go away
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