Anticipation heavy
then
With fury and fervor
A symphony arrives
First, low rumbling, then
FLASH
The cascade begins,
Rain dances in crowns,
its impact
for a split-second
reflected back
Want to capture the crowns
And save them
Not for a rainy day,
For the steamy day
When I'll toss them about
To relive the storm
For more Flash Friday 55, go see g-man's comments. That's where you leave your link, too.
Thanks go to the amazingly gifted Jane at Aging Mommy. She wrote a wonderful poem about a storm as a symphony. I stole her idea and made my own. Here's hers. (At the bottom of the post, but don't skip it! She writes with humor and honesty.)
9 comments:
excellent...i can see the crowns as the rain hits...yeah if only we could save them up fo the days we need to cool off...smiles.
wow! marvelous!
Shhhhh...I think I hear the faint chorus of raindrops approaching now. Very well done!
This is an intriguing 55.
Love storms and this 55.
I love this Tina - some day you and I will get to sit on the deck with a glass of chardonnay and watch a storm together.
vivid images,
dancing words...
nice 55.
Tina...
You sure have a descriptive way about you.
loved your Summer Rain 55..
You Rocked this one baby!
Thanks for playing today, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
I like the idea of Flash Friday 55 and your way with words.
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