Tag: rain

  • Poem: For the Rain – 08/09/21

    Poem: For the Rain – 08/09/21

    I pray for our future,
    I pray for the rain,
    the scent upon our once-dry shoulders
    smouldering us,
    yet from angry cloud formations
    we edge away in vain,
    but because we are prone,
    prone to the stares of youth,
    we smile, and we grin to ourselves
    for we know the whole truth.

    The motley group stands and witnesses
    as we dance ourselves silly
    in the pelting rain
    and howling breeze,
    no longer encumbered by past holdings of
    circumstance and desire to cower,
    wind whistles between gapped thighs and knees,
    this is our rain dance,
    feel the shower.

    Our power lies within our ability
    to receive,
    from God’s land we will cherish
    what has been given to us,
    indeed
    we will accumulate the raindrops,
    water stores
    they drench us,
    replenish us,
    we grin and cackle together,
    so much joy,
    so much, galore,
    so much more in store.

    The youth stand and stare;
    they do not understand,
    how we, as old souls are apparently
    going mad,
    but we are embracing all that is
    being given to us,
    Nature in her surety is paddling her wings
    among the skyward lake for us,
    you see.

    So, darlings, my youthful obstructions,
    you wonderful beings who cannot understand
    our appreciative actions,
    wonder not at our ability to shine,
    amid the turbulent wind pattern and rain,
    but rather watch us embrace all that Mother Nature is willing to give,
    she provides to us,
    she cleanses us,
    cleanses me,
    we are amazed.

    This feeling is one in which
    I love to revel in,
    we shall continue appreciating for many
    forthcoming days.

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  • Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Poem: Rain Dance – 29/08/21

    Though the clouds are heavy with sadness,
    I look to them not with madness,
    but with joy, irreverent laughter
    and thrown wide open arms.

    Calling them,
    cajoling them,
    to gush forth with their tears
    so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings,
    jive away my encumbering fears.

    We won’t be held inside forever,
    we won’t be made to rot,
    we won’t be isolated, friends and extended family
    far from us,
    look to the future, misery it is not.

    When the clouds break into their grumblings,
    their downpour speaking of their expelled sufferings,
    I will stay washed all squeaky-clean in morning,
    falling, I view joyous watery callings.

    It’s all in the perspective, is it not?
    I view their drops with mirth,
    for I love to dance and I love to fly among
    the puddles made of liquified dirt.

    Optimism for our future,
    lockdown won’t last for life,
    embracing the spirit of the watery clouds,
    underneath the pitter-patter I feel so alive.

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