“In Pouring Rain”
I walked my beach alone today
A shadow covers me
Then
Down came pouring rain
From this single dark cloud above
And I hope it washes away
This inner pain I feel
Silver lines from high above
Falling down
From heaven glove
Like fisher mans lines
One by one
Reflecting the color of the sun
Splashing down in dry sand
Just to disappear again
Making little balls of sand
Then just rolls away…never to stay
Water now dripping from my face
I lick my lips
To drink the drops of Gods Heavenly Grace
I walk my beach in pouring rain
Mind far away…not insane
Washing my soul in pouring rain
A reflection of life in every silvery line
Bathing Spirit
So divine
Swaying in whispering wind
Those silver lines now on the deck
Reflecting motion of the ocean
Silver lines from high above
Keeps shining…oh so bright
As they fall from heaven with love
Copyright ©2005 Tinka Boukes
Ron
Excellent Tinka.
Thank You
Tracey
Peace and love, Carole
Take care,
Sherry
Now I will look at the rain differently
love and peace
Huda
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Felix
You and I on the same page today--pouring rain. We understand the storms, don't we?
An excellent, emotion filled wonder, your poem--hope you feel stronger soon!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Keeps shining…oh so bright
As they fall from heaven with love..."
Beautiful lines.
Elizabeth
as cleanses our souls
Excellent write ...Tinka
William ......Peace & Love
You really got it all going with this gem! Kudo's!
Love,
Alrisha
This is so true about SA. It never stopped raining during the cricket.
Least you did good against the windies..