Monday, August 19, 2024

rain in August

late summer sun slips behind rain clouds
I watch the trees bend as the wind picks up
raindrops tap against window panes 
while streets become rivers

in a blink of an eye the storm ceases
and the sun returns drying out 
the drenched roadways


16 comments:

  1. And that's just how it happens!

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  2. A wonderful ode to a downpour… 🙂

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  3. Cleansing the earth. Lovely Marie ☺️

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  4. I enjoyed your rain in August, Maria, the time when there is the best chance of petrichor. I love the alliterative ‘raindrops tap against window panes’.

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  5. I recognise that imagery, so much...memories flood...

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  6. Great poem, Arcadia! We've had several recent summer storms, and I'm always amazed at how it's raining and and then so suddenly ended a few minutes later.

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  7. I recognise this scene and I'm always amazed. Lovely poem. :)

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  8. Love watching the trees bend.❤️

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