Gentle morning rain
Freshening landscape’s spirit—
Reverent stillness
Gentle morning breeze
Rejuvenation’s spirit—
Everlasting peace
Gentle morning light
Infusing nature’s spirit—
Outlook’s warm design
Landscape glistens white
Winter gift-wrapped for one day—
Melting tomorrow
Calendar page turns
Blistering heat dome moves in—
Spring’s ironic script
Thunderstorm descends
Torrential raindrops blossom—
Floodgates spring to close
Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.
It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.
Dave Barry (born 1947) is an American author and columnist. Many of his writings include humor and parody.
Parched landscape cries out
Relay of scattered showers—
Raining tears of joy
Darkness arriving
Gentle sunset’s fading light—
Landscape’s nightly peace
Precious resources
Stewardship of earthly gifts—
Tomorrow brightens
Morning’s gentle rain
Rinsing away dark outlook—
Sun rises with peace
Giant redwoods breathe
Quenching rains arrive onshore—
Coastline feeling peace
Mountain waters run
Chasing ocean far away—
Rivers’ flowing peace
Autumn rains lasting for days
Covering the land with mist
Cleansing under cloudy haze
Rising pollen, now dismissed
Harvest pausing, farmers wait
Parking soybeans, left to take
Drying cornstalks, know their fate
Standing ready, combines brake
Creeks filling, slowly at first
Running water, sent ahead
Suspending reservoirs’ thirst
Pausing for now, winter’s dread
Nature’s perfect cycle breathes
Singing praises to the Lord
Watching as autumn unsheathes
Waking when spring comes aboard
Originally published October, 2020.
Witnessing an early morning rain inspires the visions for this poem. It is amazing how a view through an open window can bring forth images to write from.
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Replenishing parched, barren land
Serenity’s rain, from God’s hand
Quenching desert’s eternal thirst
Nature smiling, joy now disbursed
Nourishing life with loving pride
Flora and fauna, at God’s side
Touching each leaf, stems from God’s love
Hues of green, colored from above
Singing with praise, birds bless this scene
Creation glowing, dazzling sheen
Sharing splendor, feeling at peace
Morning rain, grants life a new lease
Listening closely, hearing now
God’s serenity, takes a bow
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Originally published May, 2020.
Weekend rains offer pause
Autumn’s final harvest on hold
Testing farmers’ patience
Temperatures fall, growing cold
Another falling leaf
Afternoon’s cheery cup of tea
Looking through window’s glass
Visions of backyard’s empty tree
Book’s bold invitation
Immersed within mystery’s plot
Welcoming each minute
Story plunges with missing yacht
Day’s gentle, soothing peace
Lost in memories, freshly found
Feeling blessed with each gem
Past wants to hang around
Nightfall now closes in
Rain drizzling, without pause
Hearing silence unwind
Weekend’s spirit cuddles nonstop
Night’s cloud covering
Gentle rain tapping window—
Tranquility sings
Early morning hour
Glimmer of pre-dawn’s sunrise—
Blissful moments breathe
Clouds bursting open
Umbrella catches each drop—
Splashing through puddles
Morning thunderstorm
Followed with rain’s gentleness—
Summer’s welcome pause
Ripened, golden fields
Filling nation’s breadbasket—
Ready for harvest
Autumn’s dry stream beds
Snow falling on mountaintops—
Spring’s blessed run-off
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