O.S.I.: Uncomfortable

Hi all,

This week's theme at O.S.I. is uncomfortable. Here is my take:

Willing to smile in a place unfamiliar to myself
To extend my hand beyond what is required
To listen and laugh even when I am tired
To love even in the midst of pain
To dance in the falling rain
To stretch beyond the comfort of my walls
To answer when the world calls

Truth in Rain

Yesterday's rain showers inspired this poem in me:

Truth
Is in the rain
That dries her tears
Upon the earth

Her wet eyes
Mixes with brown
And green leaves sprout
Where rain soaks down

Showers in the eve
Tear drops on leaves
Cold wet truth
Patters softly
Downpour truth

Johnny Wet Triumphant

Hi all,

Here is a freestyle poem I've written.

Johnny wet triumphant from the rain
Emerges in a puddle of blue
While silver lightning purrs
The door frame shakes where he stood
World of mud on his boots

Hot in the eyes
A pair of storm clouds
Unfurls against his brow
While raindrops trickle down

Amusing his love
She dries him with her eyes
Pile of wet clothes defeated
Beneath naked brown toes
Igniting the room in body heat
Silver clouds touching down

After The Rain

After the rain
Blue rippling in skyline
Ray of sun peeking
Warm and divine
Storm clouds receding
Horizon now sublime

Hope you all enjoy your Sky Watch Friday!

Pensive (O.S.I.)

Hi bloggers,

This poem is posted for O.S.I.

Thoughts are like blue drops
Sweet and resolute before the great rain
Precipitous fall of silver
A flash of light laughs upon the face
Pensive gaze beams like a rainbow
Upon the mind’s landscape

Rain Dance

Hi bloggers,

Today is another edition of Thursday Tales. The amazing photo above is by Spider13Bug.

Nina was surprised how dark and gray the skies became. She had just begun her long walk from school. Her book bag hung heavily from her shoulders. There was much to do, she thought and she barely had time to brace for the rain. The skies opened up and rain fell hard against her back. The rain soaked her shirt and pleated skirt. Heat rose from her chest and she was blowing hot smoke. She was annoyed by the downpour and cursed beneath her breath. Nina slipped on the muddy road and crashed to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she heard the cackle of rain in the wind. Raindrops rippled along her cheeks and she laughed. Nina stood and twirled in place. She opened her tongue and tasted the sky against her lips. Her arms flew up like the wings of a bird. Nina discovered her own rain dance.

Great Rain

The world was silent before the great rain

Clouds billowing in a silvery gray

Puffed up above our heads

We cannot wish it away

Tree limbs shivering in the breeze

The soil is drowning

Windy assault on umbrellas floating away

Water rising against our boots

Limp goes our curls and lashes

Wet clothes clinging to our silhouettes

Layers peel away, slow and cold

A stranger shift begins in our bones

Tiny voices singing in the rain

A bit of folly to part the gray

While the window grows dim and dark

Rooftops sagging down like rocks

A twirl of gold around my neck

Artificial sunlight

Summer Rain (Acrostic)

I chose the lovely Acrostic Summer Rain for my next poem, which conjures up a beautiful image in the dead of winter. Special thanks to Amias for these delightful prompts:

Sultry, soaked kisses

Under the umbrella

Marries foreign lips

Musically passionate gifts

Enveloping the earlobes

Raindrops caress skin

Releasing inner bliss

A childlike leap

In silvery puddles

Near lovers feet

Rain

This is a poem inspired by today's rainstorm.

Eternal liquid glistening
Staccato rising on ceiling
Sure and steady it falls
Drops like the tears of God
Playing notes
Of heavenly inspiration
Water of earth, man
And all creation
Unadulterated declaration
Of nature