It starts as drizzle pita pata gently
the sky gets darker and darker
pita pata become droplets that plop
they hit the red soil pounding hard
dry soil jumping in gratitude and joy
Now the pounding becomes a torrent
the soil does jump no more
the ground all around
starts to change colour
mimicking it's sister sky
Puddles appear everywhere
creating droplets upon water
that leap and twirl
like ballerinas dancing
on their own private pools
The smell of damp soil is so sweet
the clouds depart their work complete
the puddles will shrink as water seeps
into the earth sustaining life new and old
the rain, in my eyes is a wonder to behold
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
It starts as drizzle pita pata gently
the sky gets darker and darker
pita pata become droplets that plop
they hit the red soil pounding hard
dry soil jumping in gratitude and joy
Now the pounding becomes a torrent
the soil does jump no more
the ground all around
starts to change colour
mimicking it's sister sky
Puddles appear everywhere
creating droplets upon water
that leap and twirl
like ballerinas dancing
on their own private pools
The smell of damp soil is so sweet
the clouds depart their work complete
the puddles will shrink as water seeps
into the earth sustaining life new and old
the rain, in my eyes is a wonder to behold
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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