IN AND OF DECEPTIVE RAINFALL
Rain fell down today,
The kids and I stayed inside;
Rainbowing our minds:-
We played, “Two Lies & A Truth”:
No matter how much rain falls,
We live—free, equal—lives:-
A hush of gray descends, the world outside a blur
Of weeping glass and dancing leaves, a gentle stir.
The scent of wet earth and cooled pavement climbs the air,
As warmth from a steaming cup soothes away all care.
In her hands, a porcelain hug, the tea's floral grace,
Sweet steam whispers against the skin of her face.
The book on her knees, a weight of stories untold,
Its paper scent, a comfort, a history to hold.
The rhythmic drum of rain against the pane,
A soft, percussive melody to wash away the pain.
Each drop a tiny echo of a memory long past,
A life unfolding, too beautiful to ever last.
A sip of warmth, a bitter-sweet and soothing brew,
A taste of all the moments she has ever been through.
The cool ceramic on her palms, a solid, gentle feel,
The world outside is fading, but this moment is so real.
She closes her eyes and listens to the low hum,
The quiet symphony of the world she's come from.
The taste of tea, the smell of rain, the warmth within her soul,
The past and future merge to make her present whole.
Drop got dropped,
Formed inside a rain.
Thought the way about,
And a possible aim.
Praying also chanted
For getting along pure.
Lake to get blended,
Making itself secure!
Worry is getting fears
May for a junk yard!
The crushed facing years
Weeping along a mirror.
Reside presence beneath
On upon leaf alone.
Deeply taking a breath,
Waiting another cyclone.
Wind gusting along,
Clattered leaved pines!
Shook trees among,
Making moments divine!
Tiny got shined,
Got a running hand!
Kept it carefully aligned,
Enlightening us as friends!
There's a water shortage in countries,
especially where there's strife,
and air conditioning is needed,
to lead a pleasant life.
We also have bone-dry Bermuda
where, except for 5" monthly rainfall,
collected in cisterns or brought by tanker ship,
there's no water to be had at all.
Attempting to inform the people in power,
an endeavour which failed of course,
what every island AC emits,
and it's their free drinking source.
As AC units create water naturally,
on average 5 to 20 gallons
of condensate per day,
producing H2O from humidity,
it's a crime to let it waste away.
It may be but a drop in the bucket,
and yet, place a clean container,
when the unit is switched on,
to collect the drips
of distilled water, safe to imbibe,
below the condensation drain,
and you may have a million sips
again and again and again.
My
dear wife,
heart of hearts,
there, your love lives.
In peace and with grace.
Come rainfall, come sunshine,
like moon and stars in the clouds.
Nothing else can replace your love.
For heavens, for earth, I'll still love you.
I pray that God will guide, guard, and keep us.
Let's flee from things that can keep us apart.
With God on our sides, we'll overcome.
Let's get involved with our full minds,
such that our hearts can love more.
Since hearts are meant for love,
we won't stop our love.
God on our side.
Till the end,
with love,
dear.
I grew a rose from cuttings
pinched from a loved one's plot,
watered at ground-level, not at the top.
Dung and mulch kept well away,
from stems lest their collars rot.
In time, it grew buds that blossomed
into flowers, a bounteous bouquet,
with bursts of red petals, blood bled.
It started with a sprinkle
like from a watering can, but grew.
into a torrential shower
blasting the petals
onto the ground, all around the roses,
which were stripped bare,
to stems, buds, shredded leaves and thorns.
I cried to see all my endeavors lost.
All my efforts lost in vain
to sometimes rain, falling on my roses,
with disdain of rain, utter and complete.
But, when I looked again
I saw the petals all spread out
as a lovely bedspread quilt
surrounding the stems,
on the bare cold ground stained by rain.
Their beauty astounding still,
with red blooms shed, shredded, departed,
garlanded into a ring of petals
that arose to save our day.
The sky is leaden,
season's first rain
begins to fall.
The earth is thirsty
but cannot quench it's thirst
and the sound of rain
is not soothing in summer.
For a shower's while
water spills over
the roads,lanes,yards.....
as local ponds vanished,
drains,rills encroached
and filled with clay.
The hills from where
the rivers originate are barren
trees fallen in large scale.
Though the paddy fields
await with glee the rain,
pitter-patter on the roof
brings little comfort,
for the price is still
to be paid.
The rain once welcomed
with elation
now falls on a jaded land.
Each time they are ready
to shift their belongings,
but not ready
to right the wrongs.
Rustling green leaves in the white wind
Amber feeling of red renewal again
Indigo raindrops that melt and blend
Natures fountain of youth like dance
Friendly clouds hazel hover in sky
Amethyst wings of singing butterfly
Lavender lovely liquid lullaby
Like a drop of denim heaven this July
Banks did not burst,
just a dribbling bladder of river
leaked into our back yards.
It drooled over damp roots,
seeped into groundhog holes,
into ditches, where winter debris
had already washed-up.
The water rose in some places,
to at least half an inch,
we made phone calls to each other,
imaginations spilling over,
into memories of past inundations.
Some put on rubber boots,
and armed with brooms,
swept the ripples away.
Biblical deluges were discussed,
will the garden ornaments rust?
We watched sparrows bathing.
No geese or ducks landed.
Nothing sailed off over the fields.
A sulky cat was retrieved,
from a shallow puddle.
The mail was cataclysmically late.
Crossing frequency fluent waters flow
Rain down
Recipient requested reciprocal
Drought
Standing stopped frozen winds
Reciprocate
Cloud cries, rains fallings
Evaporate wow winters springs
Well pours
Rain down
Recipient requested reciprocal
Drought
Standing stopped frozen winds
Reciprocate
Rain
Rain
Rainfall
4/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
Like a rain dance gone wrong
Been raining so long
The sky is forever crying
But I see the sun keeps on trying
Now and then it will appear
Then comes another tear
The rain forest around me
Watering every tree
Saturating everything I see
Waiting for the sun to show
Hopefully to see a rainbow
Mountain tops covered in fog
Sitting here on this wet log
Enjoying the view
Every day something new
Up so high
Sitting among the clouds in the sky
The rain becomes a wall
It seems it should not have far to fall
To touch the ground
It is like a clapping sound
Soaked to the bone
I sit here alone
This is peace being grown
Again comes the sun
For a moment it won
Ñever to give up trying
Because although the sky is crying
It will survive the tears
Learned over the years
Does not always need to shine
To feel fine
It is always bright
Even when you can't see its light
That's right
Alas the rain did fall on me
Past the leaves heavens tears fell
Moisten is the breeze
Conditions raindrops falls drenching me
Above and beyond those withered leaves
Drowning those the rains that drenches and wet me
8/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2023
Leaves, rustling on summer, in June
Leaves, wishing for fireflies, in tune
Rain falling, reflecting God’s grace
Rain stirring hope with its embrace
Leaves, on the ground, silent and sure
Leaves wistful, laughing, so demure
Rain dripping love you won’t erase
Rain stirring hope with its embrace
Leaves, swaying with the breeze, gusty
Leaves dancing like earth’s not dusty
Rain and snow, storms for hearts to face
Rain stirring hope with its embrace
Buttercups, roses, lilies too
Wrens and robins, turtles in dew
Out my window - wide open space
Rain stirring hope with its embrace
North West Moons comes, heavy rainfall occurs
and the crops are submerged
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