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


Gorgeous... I especially like the beginning.
ReplyDeletethe sun and the rain are bother blessings while we have them...but def the rain in times of heat...
ReplyDeleteVery vivid word picture here! I concur with Laurie...great beginning.
ReplyDeleteI like the first drop to nourish, rain is refreshing, just not too much ~ Smiles ~
ReplyDeleteHow lovely!
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for your fun contribution to this week's Limerick-Off!
you capture the tension before the storm so well...all nature seems to hold its breath - i always find this so fascniating
ReplyDeletevivid and sensual write. you build an electric moment and then release the valve. very nice.
ReplyDeletegood one.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured both the tension before the storm and the disappointment of expectations and needs unfulfilled.
ReplyDeleteI can feel that hope of rain being crushed...
ReplyDeleteThis is what our rain would have been the other night if it rained poetry! Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely!
ReplyDeleteAwesome.
ReplyDeleteVery nice... what a great way to describe heart - Hungry!
ReplyDeleteThis describes my morning and then the rain arrived, beautiful rain. Well written.
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