Pit, pat, pitter-tat The rain drums on my roof Thunder, a distant drum Booms, slams, crashes A distant cacophony Accompanied by birdsong Splish-splash, titter, laugh Children play in puddles As innocent as a puppy in my lap The storm passes And the sun blazes again
The rain came down, and it keeps coming down, so nourishing to the parched earth yet so gloomy and low. It fits the mood. An event that must happen, for the world to survive But that, in the moment, only feels like a dreary moodsetter on a blustery day. It isn’t too dark out. Despite the rain coming down in torrents, it’s still bright. As I drive along the highway I see that rays of sunshine are poking out from behind the clouds, and I think that, somewhere along the distance, from the right vantage, where the brilliant sun rays hit the storm droplets at just the right angle, there might be a rainbow somewhere. Just too far gone down the road for me to see it.
first makes me imagine a poem that talks about an ink-stained sky and brooding clouds and chilling air, all of which can be taken as ominous signs of impending doom; but that can be bad so instead lie still and listen to the comforting melody the rainstorm plays on my old tin roof
To embody the excitement and freshness and screaming vitality of a torrential rain on a hot summer day To show off my clouds and shout out with thunder My worries and sorrows, my failures and fears. To laugh and cry and run and shriek With windstorms and hailstorms and post-summer sleet.
But most of all, I wanted to flash through people's lives like lightning So, so bright and unexpected and beautiful and alive That they held their breath and scanned the skies For just one more crackle of energy and excitement That makes them question their mundane grey lives.
If nothing else, I'll be petrichor The soft, sweet reminder of new life to come. That puts a smile on people's faces As they, for once, stop, and breathe, And remember that They, too, Are Alive.
I like how the air smells just before it rains. I like how it turns cold and dark. It makes you want to snuggle more in your bed. I like how the lightning strikes from a distant. Its deep rumbles comfort me and the light it gives is just so beautiful. I like how any mellow music goes with the whole thing just before it rains. It turns the whole song into another level. I like how quiet the whole area goes. It gives you peace and it makes you relax after a long tiring day.
Then the rain will come. Slowly, like it’s unsure if it’s okay just to pour it all out... I like rains. Sometimes it makes me wish for the storm to never end. Its like my whole entire being, baring its soul to the world, the way I couldn’t do it.
I couldn't tell you at the time. You were trying hard to drive. The rain made our vision mauve, but somehow you got me home, safe. You are always, the sweetest thing. Even when its bright and early, and you're at your crankiest, you try to remind me how much I'm the one you hate the least. But eventually, you might.
I couldn't tell you at the time, we were listening to Frank. The rain invaded every line, but I sang to it the same. And when it became severe, you held my fingers and you steered. We looked closer than eyelids, Center console, kept us divided, You told me it'd be alright. while we listened to "Nights."