Tropical Rain

light

travels through air

much faster than sound

in spite of the preferable

primeval theories

only physics

truly knows why

we see

lightning

blinding against

a dark blank sky

piercing the heavy

cumulonimbus

as if they were

not kings of clouds

but wisps

of cottony film

a sole stray thread

a nuisance

of insignificance...

and then we hear

the bellowing

rumbles

of thunder

that musical overture

my kind of sound

the fulfillment

of anticipation

echoing through

the atmosphere

and circulating

aromatic wafts

of renewal

and rebirth

the heaven-given

smell of rain

freshly squeezed

from a humid

sky

finally spilled

and as quickly

dried

Reviews

[blakjassy]

I absolutely love this... maybe it is just me and my optimism and love of rain but to me the last verse had a sense of joy.

I love your short lines and the fast pace that it lends your writing. I loved the sense of anticipation and the visual picture i could create around such a simple topic.

And lastly I love that you bring other senses to this... the sound and the smell of the rain and thunder.

Maybe the gushiest review ever !

[Muse]

This is gorgeous! It made me think of the Sahara Desert, being pounded by rain.........then it dries up as quickly as it came. Nice!

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a beautiful scene you have painted with grand word usage. It takes you to another place and I love storms so this poem is a great one to me.

[Jeremy Baker]

Elemental, my dear Watson ... this is a reflective and descriptive poem, quite philosophical in its way. The structure is short and sharp, yet the images and sounds it evokes linger much longer. Awesome writing.