Downpour
What I love about rain is its sheer bloody toldyousoness
its smell, of course
the plash, pitter and plop
its ’bow
a smug waterproof coat
strangers talking
kaboom, flash thunder storm
dry firesides
wellington boots with fleecy linings
its stopped play
lushy swishy grass
clouds smearing the overthere hills
a single bulging orb on a rose petal
or the sizzle splat on a midsummer patio
and a ‘did you feel that too?’
Enjoying this/these!! Very much, just stumbled cross them today via Jeannie Mackenzie. Not to match yours, I have a wee ‘time filler’ that I’m developing, my own wee cluster of poems, if you can be bothered see web link below. For interest!
Power to your pen!