Rain
{ a pensieve }
{ a pensieve }
Compelled by gravity and God, hers is an earthward descent,
blinding or invisible, a presence both welcomed and not.
Steady drumbeat, fitful tap, Creation's percussion.
Her drench brings life to thirsty ground,
but over zealous she pours destruction.
Falling on Summer's pavement or a blanket of brittle pine needles, the scent of youth escapes.
Extended tongue inviting capture,
she tastes of childhood and wonder>.
Photo credit: Julianne.hide
That is beautiful. I will try to keep it in mind while battling the rain here to run errands!
I stand in awe of those who can produce poetry. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.
-FringeGirl
Love it! Great picture and great poetry. You are so talented 🙂
What a beautiful photo!
I love the visual. Only a rare writer’s heart springs spontaneous poetry with the rain – and then posts it. I love you, brave soul. Good stuff.
Glorious rain. I both love and hate the rain. I guess it depends on if it’s accompanied by fierce stormage and threats of tornadoes or not. It also depends on whether or not I have to get out in it or if I can just sit and listen to it. 🙂 Thanks for the Pensieve. And I think the photo definitely adds to it. 🙂
**I miss Friday’s 40 – WAH!**
Okay, I’m better now. Sorry for the outburst. 🙂
I love your concrete poem about rain, and how it is shaped like your blog’s identity. Beautiful picture, beautiful words, pointing to a beautiful Creator- of rain and all good things.