we have yesterday’s rain today,
far more than casually unstill! – a
near eternal transparent, cotton-thick
weave of space falling fast
from a gluttinous heaven –
surrendering, splattering, splaying
the all around with a raw pour of
almost too willing surrender
. .. .. ..
a petty pause snatches six seconds as
the south’s incessant past hour’s
over-soak of a stage is – near decked
in prolific diamante prettiness
an’ – sonorous riffs run grids
of would be brass, inhaling the
scent of deeply soaked soil an’ the
drunken gloss of grass sentries
. .. .. ..
the wet world weaves its magic
brollies pummel gusty gasps,
dogs bark, scratching locked doors
creaking like a wall of men at
rucks an’ runs on sodden fields –
yet, somewhere deserted
an oasis is dry of roots
or – empty cars stand silent
. .. .. ..
once, behind a waterfall we sang
duets to drip-drip hippy shakes –
felt mossy wet wonders of want
reign on that season’s far too
excessive showery splash from
April through September – shhhh
even now the heavens tip tap
the unstill sills outdoors.
Hoi hoi Chère E.,
Being Dutch, I love the rain when it pours into the North Sea. I admit you’ve won me over.
Your lovely write softens my heart and the more than lovely artwork does the rest.
Please, keep them coming!
Kind regards, Gus
Sir, as Autumn sheds its leaves, metallic golds an’ brass will live their last before collection, storage in bins, bags or covered heaps. Here an’ there working their best in the dark but – preparing to light another season’s spirit and – soul-like soil! 🙂
I used to love to play out in the rain when I was a child. I must still be, because I still love rain and will walk very slowly through it when I go to my car from my house or vice-versa.
Is it God crying? I doubt it…He is probably dousing us with it to cleanse our hearts and souls.
Nice write, em.
j.
Many, many thank yous, dear friend. Rain is what it is, wet but glorious at the right time! Take care of you, sir.
Brought me memories of the sound of rain on a tin roof at our old house, and the smell of petrichor. A wonderful write! “)
Many, many thank yous, M.E! Enjoy your happiness.