Rain.

Writing poetry about rain is hard, but it is still one of my favorite subjects. Capturing the actual feeling of it is a challenge I enjoy.

5 Minute Rain.

Wind,
drives saltless tears
like fists
into pavement.
Pounding,
pouring rage
into a thunderous
drone.
Bounces on
impact,
shocked by its
failure.
It tries,
and tries
again.

After the Rain.

 

Damp

hangs like

dead breath

in the air.

Feathers rustle,

lost in leaves

and

branches.

A voice rings out,

a shrilling tone of

rebirth.

 

 

Caught by Rain.

 

Bars of water

imprison

the lost.

Unsuspecting,

they walked,

jerked back by the

the shock

and joy

of wet.