The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,
twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.
Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,
While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.
Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-
(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)
The puddles chased the passing storm to clear
the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.
Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb
swinging by a string in some attic from the past.
The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.
And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers through the clouds
So the birds can fly again.
I love the way this i writin
I too love storms and I love the way you word this. It take me beside my window as I stare outside watchimg the rain fall and listening to the symphony of nature around me. Well done.
Thank you so much!! I think the only thing I love more than watching thunderstorms is watching tornadoes. (But of course, it's hardly ever possible to do that ...)
My theatre teacher was a huge poetry nut so we often had to write poems for class assignments and I found myself constantly going back to nature for inspiration. Especially the rain. After learning how the medieval artist used the sky as a symbol for truth. The clouds would move away revealing the sky just as lies move away revealing the truth. The rain became a symbol for justice cleansing impurities from wherever it may fall. I love rain both in the most complex of its meaning and its simplest. This poem is fantastic.
AMAZING personification! I wish I was as much of a natural as you! *fave*
Beautifully descriptive! I love it. :>
its a beautiful poem but still difficult to read
Oh, I'm sorry about that, but I don't know how to fix it any more ):
is it possible to make the font bigger because it is difficult to read