The mother of all showers

Rainy days

Dark grey pregnant rain clouds
cloak dormant chimney pots,
before birthing onto roof tiles
a million tiny drops,
these making haste, running down
to gutter pipe then drain,
disappearing out of sight
to never be seen again...

Author's Note

A very simple Saturday morning write.

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

I like the fact you show your sense of humour in your writing, I’ve a couple of poems on my page like this that I did a while back ! Kudos

[Gee]

A very belated thank you :))

[Katrina Mckeown]

You’re very welcome 🙂

[Miss Sharon]

Very nicely done! I love the every-other-line rhyme scheme that makes the poem just flow effortlessly. ~Sharon

[Gee]

Thank You Sharon

[Lorry]

Well, unless you made a typo and meant billions or trillions Gee, i feel a Monty Python sketch coming on. HA! Bloody luxury 😀
Hoping you are escaping the worst of the constantly leaking, U.K. shaped cloud above us 😀

[Gee]

No rain in the Maldives :))
UK is taking a right old battering.
Hope you are well

[R.E. Ray]

A mother that nurses our earth, and one we often bash when talking about rain. This is a refreshing flipped perspective, and one worth reading on the dreary days. I truly admire how you captured so much in this short poem.

[Gee]

Thank you RER, appreciate your kind words

[Ken Simm.]

On first reading of this I thought of Dickens. and I still can't rid myself of the Victorian vibe. Which is good I think as is this sooty gem.

[Gee]

Thank you Ken
Hope you are well and the pooch is recovering :)

[emmajoy]

What a delightful and utterly visual poem!

Whilst my working life is both hounded and astounded by British weather, your poem is a wee masterpiece. What's more, you've set a mystery which only those who test the composition of their soil will actually answer. Like bees we can't do without rain; like hornets, we can do without floods.

'Grey, pregnant rain clouds - cloak dormant chimney pots, - before birthing .. ' Yes!

[Gee]

Thank you EmmaJ, not much( none) rain over here in the Maldives, we're on Sun Island which is stunningly beautiful). To get here though it's two planes and a boat, travelling time from door to door, 17 hours :(
Hope you are well:))

[emmajoy]

IN spite of all that flying, lucky, lucky you. Have you done any diving there? Went wit scuba group and others a few years back.. brilliant water! Enjoy every single solitary half second - whatever you do. Waves to you and your lovely ladies.

[barleygirl]

One thing I love about winters in this spot is that the soil is sandy/rocky, so after a rain, it's never muddy. The puddles disappear within ten minutes after it stops raining. I love that. But I never thought about where all this downpour goes! I love that you focus on something so simple & yet so mysterious! Excellent details & dynamic descriptions! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Gee]

You want puddles take my hand angle come to work with me, I spend a lot of time ankle deep in muddy water. I'm surprised I haven't got trench foot !!
Good morning Margie, hope you are well.
Thank you

[Gee]

and come to work...

[barleygirl]

trench foot (laughing)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

interesting to ponder...all the rain that falls, disappears into the ground or dries up....and the clouds just seem to have a never ending supply.....and then are famines when no rain falls and people and crops die of thirst.
just made me think of that here.
good piece, Gee.
j.

[Gee]

Good morning Jacob. Google now many gallons of water it takes to make 1 pair of Levi jeans, it's jaw dropping.
Hope you are well.
Thanks