Here is Southern California we had a wonderful summer thunderstorm yesterday so today's prompt is to write a poem or story of how a thunderstorm makes you feel... OURS IS...
The July heat is strong
sinking deep in my bones
the sweat trickles down
like the wetness from a rain...
Oh how I long for a rain
the sweetness of a summer storm
the gathering clouds, melting the heat
building up the humidity, then pouring down...
Far in the distance I can see rain
over the mountains far away...
Just doesn't seem fair,
rain over here !! PLEASE !!!
Then a memory of a child
looking to the sky for rain...
a chant "rain baby, rain baby, rain here"
said again and again, as the rain came closer...
So I beg the sky once again,
RAIN HERE, RAIN BABY !!
chanting like I did as a child...
rain baby, rain baby, rain harder...
Don't tell me it doesn't work,
for the sky darkened,
the lightening struck
the thunder roared...
and the sky listened to my pleas...
large drops fell onto my tongue,
and the sky let loose...
rain baby, rain baby, rain harder....
Dancing and yelling WOOHOO
like it was my first ever storm
laughing and puddle stomping
like I am 8 not 48 ...
standing with arms wide open
enjoying every drop
soaking me to the skin
listening to the booming thunder...
counting the seconds between strikes,
five, BOOM CRACKLE RIP
getting a chill from the hot wet breeze
and the sweet rain on my skin...
As it passes I look to the horizon
watching the strikes in the distance
counting, eighteen, RIP BOOM CRACKLE
longing to be there in the rain
Looking once more to the sky
chanting like a child, wet, smiling,
don't tell me it doesn't work...
Rain, baby, rain baby, rain here....
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B
That is a great poem.
ReplyDeleteI have missed you.
Hope you will be able to post more.
Blessings
Sheilagh Lee said:I love this.When were children my mother let us play in the rain unless there were thunderstorms and we enjoyed getting wet and just the feel of the rain coming down.someone once asks my mom how could you let them play in the rain and she said they aren't sugar they won't melt. My mother started the whole neighbourhood sending their kids out in the rain.LOL
ReplyDeleteOh JL, how I have missed you! This is wonderful! As I read your prose, I am surrounded here in Ontario by clouds and the promise of rain. I remember vividly dancing and plating in the rain as a child...Thanks for evoking such happy memories...you and I need all the happy ones we can muster `⋎´ ♥
ReplyDeletesmiles. i have loved playing in the rain...about to do it right now as it is just starting...good to see you!
ReplyDeleteIt's so good to hear from you, I have missed you so much. Ironically, it has been raining and storming here today, Thank goodness didn't have to water my plants and flowers. I love the poem and playing in the rain. Don't like storms though.Take care...Susie
ReplyDeleteYes, we are having the high humidity and the heat, but just over the hill and beyond the reach of the rain! Your chant did not work on my end of the hill.... smiles.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your rain dance poem. :)
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