rain plops
plink, plink
shiny drops
trees drink
squirrels scatter
flowers glisten
birds natter
i listen
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This is a revision of my poem from 2015 titled Spring Rain Crescendo, a love note to brevity, and a joyous welcoming of rain after I planted annuals and herbs. Grow, Basil! Grow, Rosemary! Grow, Begonias!
Writing Tip: Make it shorter.
Happy Poetry Friday, and thanks to Kiera at Whispers from the Ridge for hosting!
45 thoughts on “Spring Rain”
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You have such a way of bringing words to life. I just love your work. I’m going to repost this week…if you don’t mind. Maybe it will inspire other poets and non-poets!
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Happy to be shared. Thanks!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WOULD THIS BE PURPLE RAINED…UPON?
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You’re a Prince!
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Reblogged this on Millennial Matriarchs and commented:
In India
Skies open
Rains pour
Thunder rumbles
Lightning scores
But yes, it is beautiful, in a different way
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Tropical rains are so violent compared to our spring rains.
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There’s nothing obscure about the perfect word, and “natter” is the perfect word for your poem!
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Thanks, Diane. I love words, and so many good ones don’t get used much.
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Hi Brenda! I thought I left a message earlier, but I don’t see it. How are you doing? That’s an amazingly-perfect tulip you’ve photographed. Sweet poem! We have had enough rain to be under a flood watch. The grass seems to like it though — the mowers can’t keep up.
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We’ve already mowed as many times as all of last summer, although we are not the keepers of a perfect lawn, by any reckoning. LOL Still, everything is lush and green. We’ve had small spots of flooding, but nothing major. I love this cool weather.
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This room feels so good in my mouth! I had to read it two or three times! Thank you!
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What a nice thing to say. Thank you!
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Superb!
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Thanks!
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Definitely it was a nice stop by
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What a sensual setting…listening to that fabulous rain. I love it. The setting here is so much more story than any story. Well done. And, that perfect flower! Your photograph?
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My photo, not my flower. Sadly, it’s faded. Tulips don’t last long.
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You described this very moment in my life!
Well, rain is actually swishing and gushing more than plinking and plopping, and there is a steady grumbly rumble of thunder adding to the green symphony, but the trees are drinking and the squirrels and birds will be back out later…or tomorrow!
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I find myself more and more joyful about the rain now that I don’t have to water the garden. 🙂
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We’re currently in the midst of a cold and dreary Junuary here, so these words are a perfectly-timed reminder to try and find the beauty in the rain!
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There is a music to it.
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“natter” That’s a fun word, Brenda! You are always an inspirational word collector. This poem and image is perfect, as usual!
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Thanks, Kiesha. I am often told my words are too obscure, but they are just words to me. I love them all.
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Brenda, your peony is lovely. When I came home from visiting my grandbaby my peonies had already opened but I loved them so much that I brought the flowers into the house to enjoy when the week of rains came. The good news is the same as yours. Growth is fostered.
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I’ve stopped bringing in peonies, because the ants do come with them. Uninvited ants do ruin my morning. 🙂
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What a gorgeous photo. I love the playful tone of your poem. So charming!
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Thanks, Jama. I’ll come by as soon as my foot stops throbbing.
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Beautiful. Just makes me want to sit outside in silence for a while. 😄💖
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I like to sit in my enclosed porch and listen to the rain. It’s like meditating. Your mind goes to unexpected places.
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Early on, we had just enough of those shiny drops to make our world come alive, but lately, the usual hot and so dry. That’s the usual, now watering! Thanks, Brenda.
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We’ve had a luscious rainy week, just after I’d planted. Couldn’t have been better, which was good, since I was too sick to water.
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Lovely sound poem Brenda, I’ve read it a couple times out loud and love hearing the rhythm “plink, plink,” down the page. Beautiful peony I have one that’s just at that stage ready to open–enjoy! Sending growing thoughts out to your plants–I tell mine to grow too.
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Yes, I have peonies that haven’t opened, too. Everything seems to be blooming at once this year.
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like a little ditty, happy and light
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Yes, just a ditty for a rainy week.
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🎉🎉👌👌👌
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This is the kind of poem that brings it to life – I could just hear the rain drops and even smell it! Well done
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Thanks!
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Who doesn’t love a spring rain? Sunshine can be overrated.
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Yes, we all need the rain sometimes.
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Simply splendid this fantastic tulip picture!
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Thanks, Peter. You can almost feel those silky petals, can’t you?
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Indeed!
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🙂
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🙂
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