On
Cloudy
Day, the sun
Still shines above
The rain of blue on
Bay. Intricate droplets
Catch the rays of lightning strikes
To find a way into brown ground
Where flowers rest and life abounds, for
Sun and all the colors live in the gray.
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Rainy days in West Texas are quite the treat 
Written October 13th, 2005
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Another wowwing peice by none other than Thistle herself.
Remarkable, the formatting, rhyming, text, everything. It all came together to create this wonderful peice of metephors and imagery.
Each words represented itself in this poem, like it had a reason to be there and I think you really showed that off.
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Thanks for the comments. As always, I love to hear from you. You are right. The comparison to rainy days is about those days that seem less that exciting. I was very glad to put that thought into a poem as it is one I have carried for a very long time and it just not found a poem to fit it.
When I was in the 3rd grade, we did our first finger painting. I remember the big jars of red, yellow, green, purple, etc. I also remember not being able to decide which color I liked the best and using all of them. Of course, my finger painting turned into a big black blob. The teacher I had must have taken a semester of psychology or something because she called my parents in concern over my black finger painting and suggested I be sent to therapy. Fortunately my parents were smart enough to ask me why I painted it black and learned from me that I had no idea that using too many colors would do such a thing and that I had not been pleased with the results. Years later, I learned that in art white is defined as absense of color and black is total color and it hit me during a discussion about gray dull lifeless day that adding white to black makes gray therefore all the colors are in the gray.
So much to be learned from nature and finger paints when we choose to leave the psychobabble out of it
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This was another interesting write, by gray I take it to mean, in the normal ecerday life?
Yea, my wide is pretty cool, but a little more conservative in things then I, and she is still adjusting to my uninhibitedness.
Image and Visions … Dare not only to dream, but do that of what others only dream of.
Also, thank you for commenting on my little attempts at writing, I look forward to reading more of yours.
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Thanks so much for the comments mistic, I am glad I was able to write something a few people enjoy
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this is quite pretty, intrigueing for me to read thank you for sharing ..this wonderful piece..hope to see more and read more..Linda
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Thank you so much for the comments. I was hoping it would catch a spot of sun for you
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A very lovely etheree that carries much more than mere images and colour within it. It also contains a wonderful promise that “sun and all the colours live in the gray”; that “flowers rest in the ground and life abounds” – those last two lines really stood out for me….sometimes there is just a cloud before the sun; the gray is just a curtain; life will be bright and golden and warm again. Because an ethree requires syllable counting, I did count the syllables of each line and it was just perfect. I thought the title of this poem to be lovely too – it stands and speaks on its own. Thank you for this very lovely poem and for catching the sun in the gray!
~ Nicolette
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Very rare indeed. I have always thought myself a dispaced Cajun raised in West Texas . I was born in Louisianna where rain is a common happening, but I have spent most of my life in a much more arid climate where the dust storm is far more common that rain . They say we get plenty of rain here, but, unfortunately, we usually get it all in the same day
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Rare as rockinghorse shit i imagine.. bit like summers in England (actually we have nice summers now)
This is a joy to read, i like the format too.
Barb
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