Drops sparking and spiraling down,
cavorting
on cloudy puddled pavement.
Breeze held still in stiff limbo.
Ponderous and patient
as the storm rages.
Thunder peals,
singing out pure pleasure.
Rolling through thick crowded skies.
Earth quakes and convulses in excitement...
as I stand firm in the center.
Drunk with rain.
High in wind.
Tripping on earth.
Intoxicated by the force and beauty of nature.
Author notes
Written for a contest. ^_^
Photo found through google.
Posted by Appalachiangypsy from:
http://macedonian.wunderground.com/
In a list
A contest entry
- Winklings Celebrates its 100th Contest (A Series) - Contest G by Lyndon.
3500 points, ended August 4, 2008, 5 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments? Constructive criticisms? Is the rhyme working? Does the last stanza fit? The last line?
Comments
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I liked this poem when I read it twice. I feel so humbled and teary just being in such company. congratulations.
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You know, I just wanted to BE that image you used.
I loved this tripping free verse that lilts like the rain down the page. Heaven to earth, earth to heave. Nicely stated dear poet. I enjoyed this very much. ~Pamela 
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