5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-forty-five : storm)

I hear raindrops plead
against darkened window panes
their cries go unheard

Four early lines about rain

the rain paints Monet on the window pane
in winter’s palette’s mixed of blue and grey
though each brush stroke has it’s own revealing
the storm obscures these pictures of today

5-7-5 (take four-hundred-and-twenty-two : the rain)

they sang to the sky
their laments became the rain
in which they all danced

Rainstorm

the rain may fall
I do not care
for in that perfumed settled air
there hangs the scent
of new life born
from the clouds in violence torn
yet though after
the storm has gone
the scars of which it brought
live on
but these are marks
to be well praised
and celebrate
on more clement days

Cloudy

the rain was warm today
it’s fingers calm
brought no thoughts of tears
sweet melodies it played
of nostalgia born
memories of bygone years

Incomplete Stanza In An April Rainstorm

the cello played the rain
on Friday down the window pane
and as each droplet raced
I with my finger traced
the outline of a memory
brought forth out from my reverie
and the image that appeared
turned to you.

5-7-5 (take one-one-hundred-and-seventy-one : showering accolades)

the river applauds
and the daisies bow their heads
for rain’s concerto

5-7-5 (take one-hundred-and-fifty-three : weather report)

I touch the window
cold glass against my fingers
it’s raining again

5-7-5 (take sixteen : raindrops)

in the rainstorm’s midst
consider our lips meeting
two raindrops collide