After months of copious rains
I wanted to see the sun,
its yellow rays as sugary veins.
Dripping on my happy face,
but the rain is still here,
I want it gone, gone from this place.
Slowly clouds move above the sky
lingering like a dark memory,
uglier the rain that in it fly.
It’s said they represent our dreams
a sign of mortality and strife,
that shape the lives-varying themes.
At the edge of the horizon
the sun waves hello, flaming bright,
far, far it seemed to be risin’.
Soggy, slippery, slimy ground
beaten by the relentless rain,
that strikes a rhythmic eerie sound.
The birds fly squawking in pain,
they're doubtless tired of the rain,
droplets falling without refrain.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It has been raining in Florida and across the eastern seaboard of the United States. There has been a lot of floods and destruction.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
I understand about the rain. Went through some flooding a year and more ago. And this is a fine piece
It has been the reverse in the UK it has been hot and sunny except for a brief rainy period a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately we cannot control the weather.
You forgot the mushrooms! Growing every damn where...........
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