I'm just listening
The composition of beaded notes
dive at an angle aimed at my calves
Clear projectiles implode on my skin
slinking down toward my ankles
The rhythm is constant
Solid patterns
drumming
playing
trickling
A humming opus composed by the grey
leaving translucent tones around my feet
I could listen forever
The drenching sound
makes me
forget
Comments
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I am extremely flattered by your words. Thank you so very much :)
Violet
I had never looked at the rain before as you have done in this write...that's the magic good poets like you create with their perception..vision and expressive words...a good lesson for amateurs like me...thanks for sharing this one...
It’s marvellous the rain let it come again and had it not been
It’s marvellous the rain let it come again
and
had it not been for Raj,
I would have continued to wonder,
Its ingenuity of a poet’s creativity,
To make a reader wonder
What the poet meant asunder...
Rain pitter patter at my ankles
Does render
Wow Ireally wonder
It’s your good fortune that
Raj commits no blunder
Beautiful rain...
I enjoyed this description of a rainstorm very much! ~ Gee
I've been reading and waiting
I've been reading and waiting to comment. Your talent is consistent and considerable, I have come to look forward to seeing your name.
~A
Thank you
For all of your kind words