Dark rain clouds unload.
In pelts or drizzles they come
shooing away drought.
Not always happy
when rain disrupts our big plans,
we frown and we moan.
A restorative
when it is not destructive,
rain enables life.
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We need rain here! Pelting or drizzle, anything would be welcome. Most of our crops have gone beyond the point of being restored, our rivers and lakes are low, and our usually green landscapes are brown, dry and withered.
We, too, were experiencing near drought conditions, but we've had some heavy storms. Maybe things will get better.
I wish the rain could wash away these MS symptoms and give me new life in my limbs!
Peace,
Muff
HI JUDY - oh yes, rain - love the smell and feel. Especially at night, when I awake to the sound of rain on the roof and windows - I snuggle up and let it soothe me back to sleep. My Mom loved the sound of rain while she was safe in her bed too - and when she went to the nursing home and all the windows were kept closed it bothered me so much that she couldn't hear the rain. I had bought her a 'rain stick' some years back so I brought it to the nursing home so she could 'hear' the rain. I have it here with me now. I am sure she hears the rain often in heaven.
Love to you]
Gail
pece.....
I love the rain but it can interrupt my plans...still need it
Karen, some get drought. Some get floods. I wrote this poem when we had had weeks of heavy rain. Sorry I can't s end some your way.
Muff, yeah me too. It's kind of my sentiment for tomorrow's poem. Coincidentally.
Gail, what a wonderful memory to have of your mother, so full of sensory detail. I hope the sound brings you comfort in the days ahead.
Kim, I prefer rain to drought, but it can get in the way of living.
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