I followed a raindrop to the sea
Ahead of the storm...following me!
Picked up the pace to skirt disaster
Quick as I was, the storm was faster
The barometer with fervor fell
The wind danced like a dervish from hell
The thunder rolled and the lightning cracked
Hail descended and peppered my back
Rain ripped the tide and flooded the street
A monster bred from tropical heat
Kept running amok, seeking shelter
Then swam like a duck, helter skelter
A twister kissed me, cast me aloft
Then softly tossed me, towards well past soft
Ended up poolside, up in a tree...
With a beautiful view of the sea
Raindrops on my cheeks, tap dancing,
hit my face before off they're glancing,
to here and over there.
The damn things
just frizz up my hair.
Raindrops like to do the foxtrot.
Six-point landings, splash and whatnot,
on my nose and in my eyes,
they sometimes come
as a surprise.
Raindrops interrupt the sun
in case its having too much fun.
It likes to come, only to go,
it's just an April shower
you know.
Walking hand in hand,
towards a future unknown.
Encouragement and doubt,
things we’re being shown.
My accomplice in this world,
my forever always friend.
We’re dancing in the rain now,
hoping this will never end.
Come, hold me close to you,
keep me forever in your heart.
The rain beating harder now,
we’re so close, yet so far apart.
Damp skin against mine,
hot breath against my cheek.
Your eyes say you love me,
my strength grows so weak.
Please don’t say goodbye,
keep holding me in your arms.
Hold tight to the passion,
and let our love drive away the storms.
"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet
I love to sit and watch the clouds,
as they dance across the big blue sky.
If I watch and wait what will I see,
animals like a zoo walking by.
One day I ask a big bright white cloud,
where are you going?
I was shocked when it answered back,
off to play it replied to me.
I did not know clouds could talk,
then I heard back-as a rule we don't.
I asked-how can pretty clouds rain down?
We get sad from traveling over the world,
when we have had enough then we rain tears down.
gently on the roof
water marches as rice grains,
manna from heaven
attend our homeland,
exiled clouds pour your romance
onto cracking earth.
Our poor scorpions,
in bellies of hot, dormant
wells raised their generations.
Shamans still dance in rings, arousing bands of blessing.
Timbre grows, grains gaining size, dusty dreams refreshing.
rain dance window stage
white lightening on face
sleepy symphony
car wash
foolproof
rain dance
the gray green frogs
that often
silently squat as still as bricks
and blocks
around the pear-shaped garden pond
are frisky
restless
they plop in and out of the weedy water
boasting bigly as they billow out
many a full-throated croak
- a raucous gasconade
that both far and near
splashes upon the ear
they declare
a coming of a wetting
as bimbo thighed
legs akimbo and wagging
they swim
through cloudy waves
of mincing midges
- and other madcap
bity water-skimmers
a sure telling of a drenching
with a later drip
of rainbow glimmers
let it.
let it.
let it.
grow.
like a.
like a.
like a.
weed.
let it
let it
let it
grow.
.............
OH!
Let it,
Let it,
Let it,
Grow!
like a,
like a,
like a,
Weed!
Let it,
Let it,
Let it,
Grow!
............
OOOOOOOH!
Let it!
Let it!
Let it!
GROW!
Like a!
Like a!
Like a!
WEED!
Let it!
Let it!
Let it!
GROW!
.......................
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!
It's a special rain dance,
most do not know about
and all are invited
but please leave fears behind,
that heart be delighted!
It's a special rain dance,
that’s ushered in silence,
where we're bathed in nectar
borne by bliss magnetism,
piercing every vector!
It's a special rain dance,
scented with the fragrance
of love in all its hues,
pulsating within form,
as ignition renews!
It's a special rain dance
only for pure of heart,
as dew drops of delight
transforms our mind-body,
into God's living light!
11-November-2022
Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
I’m just another rain dance dreamer
staring at the window sill
Watching every drop that dances
with its destiny to fill
Funny, how the rain keeps calling
taunting me to wonder still
As I watch each tiny dancer
pirouette with flawless skill
Counting every crystal dodger
great escape for me until
Once again, this rain dance dreamer
wakes upon the morning chill
Dizzy from wet words the poet found rain
Went out to shower with thunderous rhyme
Bathed away cobwebs and sorrowful pain
Penny for thoughts and he offered a dime
A dizain washes away speechless grime
Droplets from heaven reach out for true love
Clouds gather mist with a pen from above
Hailed be the mellow spring's fountain ink's source
When earthworms dance with a spitting peace dove
They spill wisdom as a matter of course
05th April 2020
Slow rhythmical shudder,
Forest Rain and thunder,
See the magic unfold,
majesty to behold,
Ruby green, spots of blue,
Feathers of divine hue,
A wild peacocks rain dance,
A glimpse of wild romance!
Nature inspired
Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear heart
Written 22/03/2020
There's a storm brewing in the skies
I see it clear through my brown eyes
The clouds are thick with heavy rain
Oh Lord here comes the storm again
I'll find some shelter from the storm
Cause I don't want it to cause harm
I hear the thunder roaring loud
The lightning flashing through the clouds
Oh here it comes, it's pouring down
The raindrops make the sweetest sound
I feel relaxed, I feel at ease
The storm has brought a gentle breeze
The sky is lit up like a lamp
The ground is soaked, it's wet and damp
I hear a noise, what could it be
A branch has fallen from the tree
A storm is such a hidden treasure
It brings us close, brings us together
The rain, it sings a melody
The soothing sound it sets me free
I know that it will soon be over
I wish that it could pass by slower
The rain, it puts me in a trance
I wish that I could do a dance
Twirling in it round and round
Watching as the rain comes down
It brings me joy, it brings me peace
This storm I never want to cease
It's passing by, it's almost over
The storm is coming to a closure
I'm really sad it had to end
Dear Mr. Storm, please come again
rain dance
Evil takes his victory lap
while ashes like confetti fall.
But demons stay their hands mid-clap,
now doubting they’ve won, after all...
For on the charred and war-stained sands,
Hope, in pink galoshes stands.
September 29, 2019
Make IT Six Contest
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Joseph May, Sponsor
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