thunderous sky shouting above
embracing the city into night
the sky drunk on water
suddenly unfolds
rain splatters down
in verticals strikes onto the pavements
street lights flicker on
huddles of umbrellas banging against each other
a sudden pause
into the daylight we stumble
umbrellas wet with drowsiness
pavements splashed in liquid sky
we yawn with no awe
One Single Impression: Transience or permanence
Summer Rain
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So lovely!
True, yet how does it happen that we lose our sense of awe? I find every storm to be a new adventure. In the city, a storm is two adventures!
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your words make me grateful to live with my jr. meteorologist son who never takes a storm for granted...i see the beauty through his eyes & i am glad.
I love a good storm!
Good poem, I can just smell the rain hitting the pavement.
I love watching storms..the rainy kind, that is!
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Beautiful! The senses are stirred by these image-full words!
Wonderful poem. And a lovely photo. Brought back memories of my former life in NYC.
pavements splashed in liquid sky-says it all..Nature's dramatics..thanks
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