The old book lies open
as if it finally gave up
trying to hold its spine straight.
A faint mustiness rises~
not unpleasant, just honest.
Someone left wildflowers on the page,
thin stems crossing the margin
like they wandered in
and didn’t bother to leave.
A few petals rest on the sentence
that once meant something important.
Raindrops cling to the blossoms,
small bright beads
that look as though the sky
paused long enough
to add its own commentary.
The words underneath don’t complain;
they simply share the space,
letting the flowers speak
in their quiet, wordless way.
For a moment,
the whole thing feels accidental
and perfectly right~
a story meeting what grows
without needing permission.
A HAPPY RAINY DAY
Sad skies shedding tears,
Bright shining sun passes by—
The sky is rainbowed:-
Tingles, excites.
Torments to know
More of, these, new to it.
At a window.
To feel, suffer
Alike again!
One such child; pleads, waits out
To stop, the rain.
rain drops like tear drops
gather on windows pane
isolation blues
Warm tea.
Cozy blanket.
Rain falls on the roof.
Fire blazing.
Being lazy
because
that's important too.
Why do rainy days inspire rest?
Today it may be that I woke up at 4am,
other days it could be that the sound
of rain is relaxing and sleep inducing
but I think rain touches humans deeply
and nourishes the soul
We don't need rain to grow like plants do,
but we do need rest and rain inspires rest
and reflection, and puts a barrier up
to some types of work
Rest and reflection, both inspire poets
A rainy day brings introspection.
It slows down time around us all.
A rainy day exudes calm.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
new friend
discovery
seeing hidden wonders
turning the unknown toward light
revealed
it never fails
I leave the house
without umbrella
without raincoat
only to get caught
in a downpour
and by the end
of the day the
wetness leaves
me cold and
heavy and
in need of a
dry place to rest
for awhile
these rainy days
come more
frequently as
time goes by
and sometimes
seem to go on
forever and I
am no more
prepared for
the next as I
was for the last
the rain is
coming down
outside
it never fails
coffee on back deck
till raindrops start to collect
my birthday kiss
There are those in England
who put 'something special' away
just for a rainy day
if only they
took the time it would allow
to look out the window
perhaps they would see
somehow
as cats and dogs
are coming down in buckets
that day is here and now
Feelings flood in seismic waves when soul mates drift apart,
fits of anguished sobbing tear stained stress a shattered heart,
doleful voices splutter we were doomed right from the start,
passion in its twilight is this weeping rainy day,
deep regrets so lachrymose for love that slipped away,
mellow drama’s woeful tragic plot or empty play,
morose violinist raises eyebrows with her tune,
couples in dispute whose wild scream wakes the dead at noon,
how that first flush eerie sadness wrecks their honeymoon,
heartache piles on heartache ain’t that a crying shame,
all that friction counts for nought as partners share the blame
stuck inside the house
all I have to do is clean
or just sleep all day
HEELS ON A GOLDEN RAINY DAY
Bouquet in hand, a bride of dreams.
She strides with pride through mirrored stones,
Past a suit and hat that pause to glance
As her skirt sways in moonlit dance.
Thunder roars like a passing train
Skies open it begins to rain
Rain drops on leaves of the tree
Sparkling crystals the eyes can see
Dark clouds pass quickly by
Sun peaks out high in the sky
Soil is wet, plants start to grow
On the horizon a beautiful rainbow
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