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JEG325 Jun 2020
last night it was raining all night long
on my shingled roof a staccato song
I could not sleep thru the unceasing beat
pounding at the grass like noisy feet

the dark of night and the clouds kissed
sliding slowly, silently, an opaque mist
like strange wispy shapes barely dressed
nestling into the earth's cool breast

but a miracle greeted me at dawn
the sun's golden sheet covering my lawn
still air stirred with a touch of breeze
while songbirds twittered up in the trees

life was transfigured in the light of day
though you, more wonderful, were far away
I was left unmoved by this beauty above
blind and  hungering for your sweet love
About missing the one you love so much you can;t even enjoy the beauty of nature.
Mike Jun 2020
Leaves from an autumn tree
Skies of a rainy night
Rays from the sunny day
Frosts of the cold winter

More and more I want to feel
any of these with my beloved
That only exist inside
a heart

Reaching for the hand
Something I have been longing for
Moving past the days where
Being trap is no longer a problem

More and more...
            More and more....
                       More and more....
                                  More and more...
Ileana Amara May 2020
the rain pours outside
as I watch by my window,
stuck in chaos' calm.

IA
Joshua Church May 2020
The sound of rain stopping
Under the bridge
Hammering on the hood again
Long drive ahead
Michael Luciano Apr 2020
The dank dark clouds moved in menacingly from the horizon.
From which she could feel her eagerness building strength.
The lightning then crashed as the rain began to fall.
While her hips began to sway with the rumbling call.
A smile curled and kissed her lips, while energy built with every drip.
She extracted her power with force from the storm, the tempest boiled making her golden warm.
The flood of destruction she's contorted in dance as her figure it floats entombed in a trance
Only she smiles with the sky when it pours. Overflowing with current from the burning storm.
Her beautiful body it swings in the rain movements are wicked the sight always strange.
Explosions crashing lightning storm veins, filling her existence completely with love.
Entombed in destruction, eminating from above, the howling tempest her only friend.
The storm clouds breaking bringing in the end, her body slowly whithers landing in a calm.
The life she loves to live married to the storm has now receded in the mud.
Remaining lost in time eagerly waiting for the flood.
Amna Khan Apr 2020
Thunderstorms and grim sky
Trickling water, witch's high
Patch  my heart up, like a lullaby.
Wrote this during a thunderstorm, and idk why, but thunderstorms and rainy nights are so comfy and soothing.
vonny Apr 2020
the clouds are grey and stormy tonight

i sigh as i let the rain soak into my skin

cold and shivering, i look for a light

there is none and i know i cannot win

i feel the rain pour and it slowly stops

at least in a circle that i am inside

i see an umbrella blocking the drops

and i know he is there with all of his stride
this was inspired from that one scene in miraculous so shush

its about someone being your hope
Sara Apr 2020
She was staring out the window
On a rainy afternoon
She liked jazz
but he always played blues

Tune after tune

So it was blues she listened to
With mock appreciation
for the records in the room

A lazy lovers weekend
with books and plants and puff

She smiles every so often
But she knows she’s had enough
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