Sweet rain

Sweet rain

 

Outside my window,

Flora has dressed herself

in a new shining green,

with a promise of fertility,

while the rain caresses the garden.

 

Drops falling off the roof,

create a ryhtmic symphonie,

together with the birds,

chirping at the distance.

 

Perlase, sweet rain...wash my soul

from all that is old.

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Hi, lovely-hearted Shandra 🌸
I have read and appreciated a number of your poems, and It has been a pleasure to spend a little bit of time with you this day, reading and enjoying this soft, sweet essence of imagery shining forth from your tenderly flowing words into my own core.

Rain has so many connotations to the human psyche and spiritual moods that can truly make the world around and within dance to the very notion of its wonders … rain, therefore, is perfect for the perlase (transforming/purging) of the mind's, heart's, and soul's dregs from life's residue, that enables one to start anew.

I love your picture choice, with its beautiful caption, and the imagery with which you begin your first line; though, I think in L2 you mean "Flora has dressed herself...." and L6, make it "Drops falling 'off' the roof. What wondrously enchanting beauty verse one paints within our minds. And, verse two brings us completely into the scene your heart has envisioned with its fauna songs and rhythmic rain melody.

Your poetry is very uniquely You, original in expression and imagery that touches in powerfully memorable ways … thank you ever-so warmly for sharing You, Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[as I was reading, I thought, I'll bet Shandra would enjoy my little poem, "Explaining to a Leaf"] : )

[Shandra Sun]

Welcome to my little world. You fit so well in it. Love the way you tell me about my poems, with a song of shared realities. Thank you.

[Richard🖌]

I always wanted to fit well into someone's. : )

[Shandra Sun]

I'm sure you do.

[Richard🖌]

I hope so, Shandra,
Loneliness is the ultimate sad.
Thank you, Shandra.

[Shandra Sun]

Is there a difference between loneliness and solitude? Because I love to be alone, to spend time with myself, doing the things I love. Perhaps I had to learn that but the truth is that I really enjoy it now.

[Richard🖌]

Yes, there is a distinct difference.
Solitude is akin to meditation, which refreshes and renews one's mind, spirit, and soul … a purposeful and willing break from humankind's frantically demanding lifestyle that tears down a being … although, too much solitude can turn to loneliness.
Loneliness is an ache, a yearning, and missing of companionship, camaraderie, identification, warmth, touch, and physical, intellectual, and emotional contact with one's fellow human beings, or with one special person … a deep, abiding sense of being sad and alone.
And, without this connection with others or that special one, a person can be lonely, whether in solitude, or in a crowd.
It's true, Shandra, there have been times in my own life when I sought the need to escape into "solitude" … there is a time for all things … for a necessary balancing of one's being, if you will.

[Shandra Sun]

That feeling of being alone amid a crowd ... that's the worst. That was my past. Now I feel connected with the life within myself but also with the anoniem strangers. And so very much with a couple of poets here. Like you.

[Richard🖌]

Aw, Shandra,
I am sincerely honored to be included.
Thank you ⁓ I feel the same. : )

[Shandra Sun]

I made the corrections. Thank you for pointing them. I can't believe I haven't seen the mistakes before. Feel a bit embaraced actually. This is one of the first poems I wrote. English is not my native language.

[Richard🖌]

Really?
Your English is better than mine, Shandra, and it's the only language I speak, except for Pig Latin and Tackwards Balking … LOL!

[Becky]

Your words really painted a vivid picture for me. I could definitely smell the rain. Good job!

[Edmund S. Obumba]

its quite moving..touching..I love it.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I think its beautiful and fresh , just like the clean air after the first rain :) Yossi