Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.Roger Miller. After the rainEach droplet an eyeFrom one place do they cry Drag me downWith sweet gravityI feel it coming over meLike a storm again Were I touchHold up the mirrorFeel meChange you Raindrops are not actually shaped like tears. As a raindrop falls, it … Continue reading The Fall of Rain
tears of the mountainresplendent with springtime lifereturn with dark clouds
h a i l s t o n e s f a l l h e a v y FROZEN blanket thickly laid r e s t . . . . . until the morn ALL suffer and slave to fate b e n e a t h the hot sun and soil
Distant tracts where sun cracks the landCasting deep furrows etched with sand Water will quench the mouths insideWith a hand of greater design to guide The original spring of one all knowingAn eternal balance constantly flowing Manna from heaven given with graceComforts the swell in each desired place
The purpose of pressure is to buildDrop by drop the level risesEach rain feeds into the floodA friendly reminderEvery now and thenTake it easyPull the plugLet itDrain The nonet poetic form has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down … Continue reading Drain
The Twisting Tail 