Tears fall from dark clouds,
spit spatter splash!
Thunder rip roars!
Wipers swish swash!
Fog swirls on the mountainside
then descends like ghostly legions.
Blue mountains disappear
behind a blurry sky.
Whoosh,
the car emerges
into sunshine.
Only the leaves prove
the rain danced.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
This would make a good spoken word poem, I really like the energy and the story in this. Made me think actually, when it rains we often hide under umbrellas, drive in cars or run indoors, more concerned with getting wet than noticing the little drops of rain. We miss so much of the minute detail all around us. I shall remember this next time it rains! 😉
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I was stunned by how suddenly the storms appeared and disappeared in the mountains. And the drama that went with them — such excitement.
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Amazing how you stir up such serene sentiments, come storm or sunshine!
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Thank you! The rain is pouring outside my window now. Finally. Days of black looming clouds and only a few drops, but today, WHOOSH!! It’s a relief, in its way. Thanks for commenting! XOXO
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Such delightful whooshing XO
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Yes! I needed those clouds to find their release. I have no idea why.
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Magical! 🙂 🙂
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May the magic give you a joyous day!
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Thank you! 🙂
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…I like the fog descending like ghostly legions and the pastel hues of the leaves are just lovely! The rain dancing makes me think of Native American Indians…etc. thank you for stirring up all these vivid mind images! 🙂
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That’s what happens when a fairy tale writer visits the mountains. 😉 I’m so glad you enjoyed it. XOXO
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Ah…the magic and mystery of mountains! 🙂
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That is just exactly how it is!
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Yeah! I’m so glad you found it real.
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I love the last two lines:)
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Thanks!
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Amazing. The words just inspire images in my psyche.
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So glad! Thanks for the comment. 🙂
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This is helping me to start the day with a smile Brenda – thanks. And I love “Wipers swish swash!” such a perfect description of the sound.
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What a nice thing to say, Dan! I’m glad you like my rain sounds. It’s intense to drive through a thunder shower in the mountains.
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As usual your poems leave me with a smile in my heart, great images, dancing rain drops sparks my imagination.
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I love your comment, and I hope you give your two furry friends a big hug from me. Your pictures of Scotland were beautiful.
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Rain always dances 🙂
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Yes, it adores to reach earth, and has to hit more than once. 🙂
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Yep, I have seen it bounce a few times myself 🙂
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