10 September 2013

awaiting storm

clouds slip in
soundless, quick
light muffled 
as all movement
stops, static pricks 
tense skin
thirsty ground
and hungry hearts
hold breath for the first
drop to nourish, refresh
hands, leaves, petals
reaching wide
for what sun's return denies

back at the bar, hanging with the poets

 

15 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Gorgeous... I especially like the beginning.

Brian Miller said...

the sun and the rain are bother blessings while we have them...but def the rain in times of heat...

Mary said...

Very vivid word picture here! I concur with Laurie...great beginning.

Grace said...

I like the first drop to nourish, rain is refreshing, just not too much ~ Smiles ~

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

How lovely!

And thanks for your fun contribution to this week's Limerick-Off!

Claudia said...

you capture the tension before the storm so well...all nature seems to hold its breath - i always find this so fascniating

ed pilolla said...

vivid and sensual write. you build an electric moment and then release the valve. very nice.

nance said...

good one.

rumoursofrhyme said...

You've captured both the tension before the storm and the disappointment of expectations and needs unfulfilled.

Björn said...

I can feel that hope of rain being crushed...

Mystic_Mom said...

This is what our rain would have been the other night if it rained poetry! Wonderful!

Lisa A. Williams said...

This is lovely!

Denise said...

Awesome.

Ken Higginson said...

Very nice... what a great way to describe heart - Hungry!

Beth Winter said...

This describes my morning and then the rain arrived, beautiful rain. Well written.

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