The grass smells thick and sweet.
Scent of earth and life.
Purple clouds block the sun that would be harsh on my fair skin.
Droplets of water slide off my body.
From the house I here a giggle.
Mommy is strange sometimes.
Rage that burned is now cooling.
Heat seeping into the ground.
I melt with the rain.
It washes everything away.
Washing off the dirt of life.
Sweet rain caresses.
The drops get in everywhere.
Dirty dry heat flees.
Cool clean air flows into my lungs and takes away the burning.
Loving the rain is not enough.
I live my rain.
Author notes
I hate the weathermen that call rainy days "bad weather". It's lovely weather! I wish it would rain!
A contest entry
- Do You Truly Love The Rain? by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended September 1, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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Very beautiful, a magnificent justice to the wonderfulness of rain. It flows very well just as rain should, a great read.
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The last two lines were awesomely awesome =] they were the perfect ending to this poem
. Very interesting and well written poem ^-^
GREAT job
diggin it majorly
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Loved the authors notes as I did your entry. MThank you for taking the time to enter "Do You Truly Love The Rain?" contest.
Ted Eade me laugh about the weather person.
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MMM I wish it would rain too!
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