tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post2316201327679441226..comments2008-06-18T19:19:44.265-04:00lissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00706027242022517570lissawrite@gmail.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-13984704956282312542008-06-18T19:19:00.000-04:002008-06-18T19:19:00.000-04:002008-06-18T19:19:00.000-04:00pavements splashed in liquid sky-says it all..Nature's dramatics..thankszoya gautamhttp://horizonnext.blogspot.com/2008/06/transiencepermanence.htmlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-16003401141162955332008-06-17T15:05:00.000-04:002008-06-17T15:05:00.000-04:002008-06-17T15:05:00.000-04:00Wonderful poem. And a lovely photo. Brought back memories of my former life in NYC.Ravenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04996538460071167819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-40648385225762354582008-06-17T13:18:00.000-04:002008-06-17T13:18:00.000-04:002008-06-17T13:18:00.000-04:00Beautiful! The senses are stirred by these image-full words!tumblewordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04279038951489894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-40372824206419237602008-06-16T22:52:00.000-04:002008-06-16T22:52:00.000-04:002008-06-16T22:52:00.000-04:00I love watching storms..the rainy kind, that is!<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2008/06/yearning.html" REL="nofollow">yearning</A>gautami tripathyhttp://firmlyrooted.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-84991255462470776142008-06-16T17:45:00.000-04:002008-06-16T17:45:00.000-04:002008-06-16T17:45:00.000-04:00Good poem, I can just smell the rain hitting the pavement.gardenpathhttp://gardenpath.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-41462229695054282282008-06-16T15:34:00.000-04:002008-06-16T15:34:00.000-04:002008-06-16T15:34:00.000-04:00I love a good storm!WillThink4Winehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16660942367303941481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-31692606902137158712008-06-16T10:01:00.000-04:002008-06-16T10:01:00.000-04:002008-06-16T10:01:00.000-04:00your 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.qualcosa di bellohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15107076097533430296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-46639704020144175952008-06-15T22:17:00.000-04:002008-06-15T22:17:00.000-04:002008-06-15T22:17:00.000-04:00True, 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!<BR/><A HREF="http://slcpoems.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Writing in Faith: Poems</A>SandyCarlsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8052849586858873458.post-73040666647763589122008-06-12T21:36:00.000-04:002008-06-12T21:36:00.000-04:002008-06-12T21:36:00.000-04:00So lovely!noahthegreathttp://noahthegreat.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.com