Rain

Serenade

             Dark clouds rolled viciously with a temper that vibrated with thunder clashes 

                                        The air is moist with anticipation 

                                The trees sway majestically in their infantry formation 

                            As birds from their aborted flights scamper to take shelter

                          The dry sand sighs in relief because it’s thirst would soon be assuaged

Menopausal womenfolk rejoice silently because the hot flashes will become bearable 

           Farmers rejoice because the sky paints the picture of hope …for another harvest

                                         The breeze is cool…babies sleep through it all

                                                 The the wind starts howling 

                                         The sky starts weeping bullets of rainfall

                                                 Ushering in another season.

                           

       

Author's Note

What are your thoughts?
Your perspective could enlighten, inspire or educate me.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

With warm happiness, I greet Thee 🌼

Again, Titilayo, you enchant us … like a skilled Renaissance artiste, your words dance across the page, as though they were a wispy brush stroking vibrant colours upon the canvases of our enchantedly caressed imaginations … you're a truly skilled raconteur.

You use metaphor, imagery, assonance, emotional fervor, the flow of syntax, and smoothly captivating poetic voice, just as a ballerina's pirouettes and arabesques sing together in the final revealing of her dance's breathtaking mystery.

Particularly embracing to my senses is, "The air is moist with anticipation," equally as much as I enviously wish I'd written, "The trees sway majestically in their infantry formation". Yet, so many of your lines invite sheer admiration. Then, the elaborate shaping of your work seems to convey how a storm-tossed composition would be formed into … or, perhaps, a stormcloud, itself.

The simple strength of your title, alone, lures a poetic artists' journey to stop mid-stride … then, captivates them here 'til your spell's ultimate, hope-filled climax.

Ahhh, again, you seem to have lured more from me than I'd intended, but is this not the effect well-struck poetry has on a captivated bard … please, forgive any over exuberance.
Indelibly inspired … thank you again, Titilayo! ⁓ Richard 🍂


PS: I've one on a somewhat similar theme you might enjoy … I think it's 8th down on my list: "The River, the Clouds, and Us"

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Wordsmith and poet extraordinary!
I quite enjoyed the lavish kindness with which you reviewed this piece.
This is poesy on ice skates….
I quite enjoyed reading some of your works yesterday.
I will visit your page to enjoy more great pieces.
Thank you for inspiring me to keep writing.

Best Regards

[Richard🖌]

And, Dear Poetess 🥀
My words in review are spawned by the caressing embrace of your artistry.
You're ever-so wonderfully generous with your own praise … delightfully looking forward to your visits.

Thank You, as-well, for inspiring me to keep reading! 📖

[John the Baptist]

Liked the way you showed the way the rain comes on menacingly but brings good things with it. Also, you expanded my limited male awareness by pointing out how rain relieves the ill effects of menopause.

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Dear John,
I am glad that something good came out of my writing this piece.
I felt it lacked something but your review just countered my thoughts.
Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Again, the imagery...nice..."trees in infantry formation"
thirst assuaged====yes.
I like the words and also the shape of the poem...much like a cumulus cloud!

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Jacob your review is a blast of clean fresh air.
The physical poem structure was part of the narrative…I am glad you noticed.
Thank you