A soft mood dampens hanging branches with rain Grey billowy storm clouds bump against sky Dripping off eaves wetting dark barn boards stain Like artists' pallet fill a weather eye
Long may your soft drips make me feel lonely Tearful drops running down my window pane Look out from blurry eyes will clear only Even to fix my poor visceral brain
Often needed quiet moments perplexed Thinking deeply about how things are swept Many choices not found in sacred text A place where no easy answers are kept
Only life and love will wash clean from lust For if we are just a machine we'd rust
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
Deeply reflective of the cleansing spirit of a soaking rain washing our minds and bodies like some rain gutters of the many webs and debris caught up in them that might cling there in a very surreal and refreshing way!!!
There is something about rain Yankee, refreshing, depressing, sparkling etc... I wonder how many adjectives there are to describe it? Maybe as many as there are to describe the colour green? I see you have a lil' volta there at the end, don't often see them in the sonnets written here. Very classy
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKAug 19, 2012
Often needed quiet moments perplexed Thinking deeply about how things are swept Many choices not found in sacred text A place where no easy answers are kept
This is such a beautiful Sonnet Yankee...I love the summer rain...The scent is intoxicating after the rains.
Thanks Chrissie.....my youngest son just left the nest and headed off to college...and wouldn't you know it's raining again....and what do all the years we spend helping and caring for others really matter in the end when we are all alone...I have to wonder???
niah9Auckland, New ZealandAug 24, 2012
rain...we have had so many rainy grey days, we can easily forget we are entering spring....but great poem yankee....kathy
Thanks Bill.....there is nothing more reflective and soft as the steady drenching of soft soaking rain......and water is just so representative of cleansing.....the air.....the dust off the leaves....and sins off our bodies.....
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refreshing, depressing, sparkling etc...
I wonder how many adjectives there are to describe it? Maybe as many as there are to describe the colour green?
I see you have a lil' volta there at the end, don't often see them in the sonnets written here. Very classy
Thinking deeply about how things are swept
Many choices not found in sacred text
A place where no easy answers are kept
This is such a beautiful Sonnet Yankee...I love the summer rain...The scent is intoxicating after the rains.