Alan .S. Jeeves

Rain and you (Sonnet No. 1)

 

RAIN AND YOU

(Sonnet No. 1)

From a Trilogy of English Sonnets

 

 

Rain teems down and 'gainst my window lashes.

So I think of you as teared raindrops fall.

Sent here to earth in splishy cool splashes,

A waterfall on my small cottage wall.

 

My thoughts turn to you, though I know not why,

I think and wonder, are you safe within?

Wishing, hoping that you're cozy and dry,

Chestnutty warm from your toes to your chin.

 

But now survey! the rainy wet has lifted

The ground is damped, but not so up aloft.

The blue breaks through  although clouds have drifted

To leave a landscape newly, fleshy soft.

 

Bless the day becoming clear and brightly

Sprinkling dewdrop daylight ~ gently, lightly.

 

                                         ASJ

 

Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine write Alan. I was less eloquent during a very dry spell. No rain was forecast, so I chucked a bucket of water over meself! heehee.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Ah Steve we don't enjoy that many dry spells here in Yorkshire. Plenty time to spend indoors writing things. Trying to think of something to say in sonnet No. 2 ~ only 13 lines to go.

      Ex animo, Alan

    • Fay Slimm

      I could feel the tenderness in this beautiful sonnet with its gentle affection for one special person who when reading would treasure such poetry. Thank you for sharing it Alan.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Thank you so much, Fay, for your poetic comments. You do know how greatly your words are valued by me.

        Ex animo, Alan

      • Goldfinch60

        Beautiful heartfelt sonnet Alan.

        Andy

        • Alan .S. Jeeves

          Thank you Andy. I hope that you can find time to read all 3.

          Ex animo, Alan

          • Goldfinch60

            I certainly will.

            Andy

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            GOOD EVENING ALAN ~ Brian Here ~ Thanks for sahring a perfct 4 4 4 2 Sonnet with great metre & consistent Rhyme pattern abab cdcd efef gg ! When we lived in Leeds ~ I loved to walk up to Ilkley Moor (with a HAT !) with my Friends. Being YOUNG (20s) we didnt mind the Rain (and snow !) ~ because the Rain in the Hills felt - tasted & smelt different from the Rain in the City. When the Sun shone Ilkley was Paradise ! Essex Rain is not the same as Yorkshire Rain. When Im in the Rain in the Hills ~ wherever I am in the World ~ it always reminds ME of Ilkley Moor ! Thanks for caring & sharing !

            Blessings & Peace & Joy to YOU & YOURS
            Love BRIAN & ANGELA ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’š

            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Hello Brian. Thank you for visiting.
              Yes! I know Ilkley Moor very well. I walk out in a storm quite often. I do so because I choose to. There are those who walk in the storm who have no choice.

              Ex animo, Alan



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