drip drop

The copper sky hangs overhead
The wind is still and calm
And all about, as the evening comes
You feel unspoken alarm.

The cloud ingress is calm and slow
No haste in the silent passage
Their pregnant bodies graceful trip
Soon sends a crackling message

kraka-THOOM!

An electrical smile cross the celestial veil
And hairs on arms and neck leap
The air is now charged and the sky opens up
And you heart pounds rather than beats.

But the the rain pours down
Cold clear liquid pearls
Sweet droplets of moisture
That drench your world.

And the child inside
Shrieks filled with glee
Wanting nothing more
Than to dance in the street

Feet cold and bare
Hair matted and drenched
With a smile on your face
In mid gallivant.

Then the night turns to day
A twisted web of light
And you know what’s coming
And you tremble with fright

kra-ka-BOOM

Shouts the sky
And your bones shake
You hear glassware tinkle
Like from a small quake

And now your afraid
Of the power in the sky
That rattles the windows
And fills you with fright

Then you see a small puddle
Dancing with each drop
And your filled with glee
From bottom to top

Storms can be scary
When the thunder screams
But sweet summer showers
Remain children’s dream

And the krackle and boom
May fill you with dread
And leave little children
Hiding under beds

But the draw of the shower
And dancing in puddles
Or the soft tapping sound
That’s perfect for cuddles

And there’s something about
The smell or rain in the wind
That fills you with glee
And once again you’re a kid.

Been thinking about rain lately. Those that live in my area know why. But I just think the rain is always cool. It always elicits an emotional response.

... Or it finds you running to the parking lot to roll up your windowns.

Don't really think the poem is all that good, just found myself moved to write it, and I kind of enjoy it.