Torrential rain shouts at me
From my windshield
Deafening, blinding
Awash after thirty miles of free fall Suicidal to final impact
Now lying in limp puddles
Reflecting dark clouds above Glistening brightly jagged bolts
Deaf to their resounding voices Ready for rolling, round rubber
As final dissipation.

Flowers open their mouths
Drinking wetness
Perspiring fragrance
Smiling in color
Swaying under pelting massage Calling dinner to butterflies Dreaming of the gentle teen
They will adorn as bold corsage. Rainfall.
Life again eternal.
Called by the sun
For another journey.

2 Responses

  1. any poem on rain captivates my heart and this did it well…thank you! 🙂

    • Thanks! It was a captivating rainfall!

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