rain. selah. rain.

rain.

rain.

greys the sky.

                 falls

     lightly

                          down

                     on

            the

                  warm

         summer

                        day.

it quietly pools along the

                                   weathered

                 table

                          grain

                   before

       at last

                                it

            slowly

    dr

  i

p

s

to

the

rusty

water pail

that sits below.

droplets tap tap tap,

muttering on and on as they

                        s

         p

                               a

                    t

    t

                                     e

               r

across the wise old window pane.

lightly.

lightly.

steady.

steady.

steady now.

pour.

pour.

pour.

pouring now.

        the rain fall is sheets

                            as the sky purges itself

   of the dark clouds

                     that loom overhead.

harsh winds rage sideways

as the thunder and lightning

crack and dodge

through the r a i n d r o p s that punish the earth.

peace in its finest moment.

silence in its purest form.

but just as soon,

mother's anger surrenders

to her own will,

and gray skies    fade       to          blue.

the sun comes from

its hiding place

beneath the trees

and bows to the rain that still lightly

falls.

falls.

falls.

drips.

drips.

drop.

rain.

rain.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a gorgous artistic and creative poetic~ you construct a trellis of liquid images that cultivate pure emotives in the reader~

[Elliot Kyron]

The best thing about this poem is the structure and style. It's beautiful in a unique sense and a truly enjoyable read. I couldn't stop smiling after I had finished. Thank you so much for sharing.