Small Stone
Winter’s
pouring rain.
Hammering and
rumbling at a clip. Joyful
appreciation in listening to
drops. Liquid musical chorus
in full tenor, baritone and bass.
Sweeping winds with identifiable
instruments of tin roof, pavement
and hard ground. Humming filters
through branches of winter trees.
Answered prayers for reprieve
from drought. Seems like our
fill may come in one mighty
swoop. Nature is grateful.
I am not complaining.
Gives me music
to sleep by.
Ahhh!
pouring rain.
Hammering and
rumbling at a clip. Joyful
appreciation in listening to
drops. Liquid musical chorus
in full tenor, baritone and bass.
Sweeping winds with identifiable
instruments of tin roof, pavement
and hard ground. Humming filters
through branches of winter trees.
Answered prayers for reprieve
from drought. Seems like our
fill may come in one mighty
swoop. Nature is grateful.
I am not complaining.
Gives me music
to sleep by.
Ahhh!
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"On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea" 
What a lovely shape poem!
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Thank you, Katherine … when I started, I did not realize it would evolve into a shaped verse … however, when I centered it, it was obvious. I had very little tweaking to round out the drop … I guess, it was meant to be! Thank you for visiting.
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Some say better rain than snow. And still for some there is not enough water…I think I’m going to look into a rain barrel this spring. I’ve seen some in my neighborhood. Though my hubby worries about the still water attracting mosquitoes. I do like hearing the rain when it taps on the sky light.
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Very nice!!
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Oh this is wonderful! I love the musical references and often write about storms in a similar way.
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This is lovely and evokes the sounds of rain beautifully. Well done.
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Lovely poem, beautiful form – and terrible envy down here in Houston! After listening to these flash flood warnings for days, we still have essentially nothing. ;( But hooray for you! The whole state needs it so bady, as does Oklahoma. Crossing my fingers for today. In the meantime, I’ll have your big raindrop to keep me company!
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Becca you’ve done a wonderful job capturing the pleasure of listening to rain. It’s one of my most favourite things in life, especially when drifting off to sleep. I’ve tried to capture it myself on paper but have never done it well. This is brilliant and I like the form of a raindrop. I applaud you. Very nicely done 🙂
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