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Rain
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Lloyd Lofthouse
Monday, October 12, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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I'm baffled
Enjoying the rain
Seeing it falling in sheets
Running across roofs
While windshield wipers struggle
Keeping the road visible.
When it rains,
I think of Vietnam too
With its fourteen inches a month
Monsoon climate
Patrols
Ambushes
Coming back caked in mud
Weapons to be cleaned.
Memoires of crackling, comforting
Warm snuggle-up fireplace heat
Surface with the seasonal floods
Seen on the TV news
Cars floating with the current
Houses submerged
Except for roofs
With families camped out.
Without rain,
Crops die
Parched people shrivel
Life does not go on.
Rain is a celebration
The earth drinks
Cleansing the air we breathe.
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
10/13/2009 |
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| A wonderful creation. |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
10/13/2009 |
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I like your thoughts and associations with rain, Lloyd.
I like rain. Usually. But then--
the rain raining faster
than the wiper wipes...
-gene. |
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| Reviewed by Bennett Kremen |
10/12/2009 |
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| I like nothing more than gentle rain, it's sweet melancholy's seem like a great gift to me. |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
10/12/2009 |
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Lloyd,
You must have looked out my window: raining even as I review your refreshing words. I'm with John Flanagan (below) - the rain is never changing, we change with the rain, because of the rain. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
10/12/2009 |
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Lloyd,
It's our circumstances that change, not the rain and not nature's, and what we welcome in one place we fear in another. I like how you ponder and wonder here and predicate through personal experiences and link to the recent disasters my neighbours in SEAsia have endured. This is very fine.
John |
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