Swelter, people were looking for a shade;
empty streets, thirsty birds on the fountain,
even the echoes of my steps fades.
Sky with a promise; white scattered cloud,
pressure from the blurred strange horizon,
suddenly thunder's voice, distant but loud.
Lights; nature want to split the skies,
blue and green with smell of coming rain,
scary for ears but such a beauty for eyes.
Rare drops on my skin were like a warm kiss,
and after the day full of nature's surprise,
Summer rain, desire and refreshment, bliss.
Asphalt evaporates, grass spreads its halm,
breeze pushed flowers, they start to breath,
clouds floats away, no more sound, calm.
Author notes
Written July 25th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Feelings of the Rain by lilangelsnemesis.
500 points, ended August 23, 2006, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Well, it wasn't gold, it was bronze but I am satisfied. Yes, I was thinking about warm kiss, well maybe kisses..It is much better than cold, isn't it?
~Sonja~ -
Congrats. on winning the gold. Itwas a truly expressive piece of work.
When you say "Rare drops on my skin are like a worm kiss" Did you really mean warm kiss? William -
Thank you Linda for you always and constant reading and comments and always followed with good wishes.
~Sonja~ -
hot summery days are the best to be able to go out and enjoy the coolness of the water, thank you for sharing and good luck..MM
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Actualy I was afraid that I am not going to be able to write it because my muse looks "dry", mabe because of hot Summer. I tried to do my best, and if you found this result worth to read, thank you.
~Sonja~ -
This tells such a story. You set your write up so completely. Dry and parched, clouds of anticipation and then the rain. I loved the images, sounds, and the real human qualities you expressed. Rejoice in nature's time, she will fulfill her role.
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What a great story sis. I am not native American but as a child I have done the same. Reason? Maybe movies, old stories or whatever, but it was so nice to be barefoot in the dust dancing and calling the rain. Thanks for so nice comment.
~Sonja~ -
For you Nermin I am ready to write very special verses about water and nature. I think I will do that soon. Thanks for you great support.
~Sonja~ -
Thanks B. fro your time to read and comment my work.
~Sonja~ -
Yes Kevin, that was a nice childhood memories. It looks like we have done the same.
~Sonja~ -
This is what I called a perfect poem. Exce
Sister, You know what I love about Thunderstorms, Children outstide jumpking and playing and laughing and then see the old one watch them and the kids stop and say Come on Gramp and Gram. Come play with us. Oh What a beatuful sight to see. When I was young my Grandpa use to do the rain dance out on the field. One day my grandna told me Look at the own warrior, he out there doing the rain dance again. I lookoutside and sure enough he was out there dancing all over the ground. Then I grandma would say you know he keep it up the ground will be level one of these days. Then she will say. MOrningstar You better get out there and help him if you dont we will never get to eat supper tonight. So I would go out there and watch him and he tell me come on Morningstar let dance with you dance with me. So I would get out there and start stomping all over the place saying hiya heya and then all of a sudden the storm would bust open and rain. My grandpa told me you did it Morningstar. The Mother Earth was waiting on you to helpher call the rain god to rain. Oh How I felt so important. To this day when it didnt rain I would stomp and hollar and sometine it work and sometime it didnt. lolssss But it sure does bring back memeories and now I teach my 19 grabdkids how to do the rain dance. You did a beautiful write on this one. Love you much kiddo. -
you know how i love water, nature and of course talking of the rain and the mountains and the thirst, well love the rain and love it much with the beautiful imagery and words. beautiful as usual my dear, wonderful.
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great write I love a good thunderstorm this is a vivd write great job....
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WONDERFULLY REMINICENT
Oh, to have those days back again when I would go out and just stand in the downpour, just standing there letting the water run down my face, my body.
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