A relief from reality,
A recreational sobriety
The rain the sole calamity
Falling down to Earth.
Nothing more is in the air
Than suicidal drops;
Cascading with care
To quench the thirsty crops.
Everywhere and evermore
Thunder claps and lightning for
the sky to glaze electric haze
Overcast outwits the day
On the porch now, by the front;
Comes rolling in, on the hunt;
Vacation from all my volition
All there is to do is wait.
And why it pours as like stars' fall,
Luminous 'llueve',
All the world so cooled and calm
With petrichor and peace.
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Author:
Noveyre (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Note: 'llueve' is the spanish word for 'rains', or 'it is raining'. Also, for those unfamiliar, petrichor is the smell when it has recently rained.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
WELCOME NOVEYRE ~ Thank you for your first poem. It is well structured into five balanced quatrains ~ replete with rhyme & rhythm. I love the content ~ nothing can complete with the unique smell (petrichor) in the countryside ~ after a recent shower of rain ! Please check my poems ~ Yours ~ BRIAN (UK)
This makes me appreciate the ☔️ Rain😁
Good write. Welcome to MPS.
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