Rain dance
Yesterday, as we watched
a thousand silver darts hurled themselves out of the water
today, my eyes droop as I sit
listening to the rain dance on the roof
an occasional loon, and the ever-present surf
Huddled around the fireplace
the fire dispels some of the dampness and chill
last night there were fireworks on the beach
to match the erotic explosions of the afternoon
The rain now insistent on the cottage roof
thinking of the cats at home
and wondering idly about the rest of the world
the dog snuggled up beside me
And I, all wrapped in an afghan
watching the rain
and listening to it bounce off the roof
as the rest of the world
swirls on quite well without me
Janet Bellinger
August, 2004
Regis
What a unique way to describe rain!
Enjoyed this one.
and listening to it bounce off the roof
as the rest of the world
swirls on quite well without me"...
beautiful piece here!
I love going for walks in the rain, feeling the refreshing and resurgent effect of the energising rain on my skin
Peter
“Rain dance” is a poem that would make Minerva congratulate Erato, and would make Phoebus proud to oversee and patronize the Poets.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Beauty and comfort in your words...very well penned. Lovely images.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
eT