A fading sunset warmly glows
On woodland touched by Autumn's clay
And trickling down, a soft rainfall
Beneath a copper frame of sky--
My humming senses grasp the patter
Like keepers in a serenade
To taste a calmness that renews
Ripe budding of soul's gentle drift.
Mellow the sound passing through shrubs
A constant wait for drizzles to tap,
That silence holds its own language
Where grasses meet my eyes, humbled
By droplets that heal sweet forgiving...
Through graceful bows of moistened leaves.
I lay upon the lucent straws of gust
Till downhill walk takes me back home.
The cloud looked down in silent shame -
'Oh! What do I do? My lighting kills!'
The strong winds blew it to pastures green -
'O Look down now - your rainfall heals!'
Rain, blessing away the past
Rushing beads, a gentle song
Laughing at skies, overcast
Almost a prayer, spoken
Lips who have prayed all along
Whispers to a heart, broken
Stirring the spirit, in waves
Clouds floating by, is it wrong?
Flowing over the lost graves
Winds caress the trees, blowing
Leaves swaying, so brave and strong
Night kisses streams who’re flowing
Echoes on edge of starlight
Drizzling showers who belong
Drifting on the still of night
Jewels like light, hearts who know
Heaven has healed by birdsong
Timeless notes of joy, so slow
Erasing the host of dust
Fallen on those so headstrong
This rainfall blesses the just
Silent nights beneath sprinkles
Gentle tears, faith to prolong
As souls feel high, eye twinkles
With music from the rain’s tune
Singing praise all the daylong
Not so dire as a monsoon
I love an august shower.
All of nature thirsts for soothing hydration.
Summer draws to a close.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Rain danced upon the street
it created puddles on low areas
it started to with slow rhythm
and began to hum strongly
the trees began to sway
swinging side to side
two and fro
heavy laden leaves
hung their heads low
as the rain let up
crystal tears hit the ground
disappearing in the ground below.
With the heaviest heart,
I start feeling so lonely:
it's almost dusk,
I head back home,
staring at the church's dome
under which God
united us never to be apart;
Good Heavens,
I'm beginning to cry!
This April's rainfall
imitates my cold tears
running down my cheecks,
we aren't together
as we should :
our foolisheness took us
to the starngest plaeces:
it wasn't a wrong turn, indeed!
Who's to blame, where's the guilt?
Shouldn't we admit it?
Our pictures hang on every wall,
flashing smiles, drawing doubts;
we sworn faithfulness ,
not wanting ever to fall!
Were devoters or fakers?
Were we trustworthy, or simply unworthy?
This April's rainfall imitates
my cold tears,
no consolation is found
in loneliness:
I have more miles to go,
I'm feeling the chill
in these bones:
a half thought is not
close to a whole!
With the heaviest heart,
I start feeling so lonely;
it's almost dusk, I head back home...
staring at a church's dome:
under which God united us,
never to be apart!
Good Heavens,
I'm beginning to cry!
This April's rain imitates
my cold tears
running down my cheeks;
we aren't together as we should;
our foolishness took us
to the strangest places:
it wasn't a wrong turn, indeed!
Who's to blame, where's the guilt?
Shouldn't we admit it?
Our pictures hang on every wall,
flashing smiles, drawing doubts;
we swore faithfulness,
not wanting to ever fall!
Were we devotees or fakers?
Were we trustworthy,
or simply unworthy?
This April's raifall
imitates my cold tears,
no consolation is found
;in loneliness ;
I have more miles
to go, I'm feeling the chill
in these bones:
a half thought is not close
to a whole!
Pink the sunset which filtered through the leaves
to burnish your skin on one afternoon,
when fireflies glittered like radiant weaves,
Vanishing in the grass. We knew that soon
those ebony clouds gathering would force
us to flee the glade through a birdsong’s tune:
Enticed then to stay, stay madly on course,
dare the oncoming rainfall ...and a smile
enlivened your face with such insolent force.
Till lightning crackled as we wait a while,
you gasped, and oh we fondled everywhere;
while a conniving star reeled to beguile.
A wildcat rushed out and paused low to stare,
While we huddled tightly ... too close to care!
First Place
Rain
trickles
on glass pane;
and hums gently
like eve's cleansing rite
easinq breaths. tired--
hands lift up
cuddling
mist
Do you close your eyes
To the sound of rain
Can you feel the clouds
Fingers stretched like a plane
Patter of raindrops
Soaking through the eaves
Natures nursery song
Singing from the leaves
Childhood memories
Are a quiet little gift
When walking through a desert
See the rainbow in the mist
I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.
crystal wealth pours down
celestially grace-bestowed...
curse drenched midst blest cries
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!
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