Again we regale you with a summer song. We have shuffled our iPoet player and it has landed on “Summer Rain” by Johnny Rivers.
SUMMER RAIN
Summer rain taps at my window
West wind soft as a sweet dream
My love warm as the sunshine
Sittin’ here by me, she’s here by me
She stepped out of the rainbow
Golden hair shinin’ like moon glow
Warm lips soft as a soul
Sittin’ here by me, she’s here by me
All summer long, we spent dancin’ in the sand
And the jukebox kept on playin’
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
We sailed into the sunset
Drifted home, caught by a gulf stream
Never gave a thought for tomorrow
Just let tomorrow be, now, let tomorrow be
She wants to live in the Rockies
She says that’s where we’ll find peace
Settle down, raise up a fam’ly
To call our own, yeah, we’ll have a home
All summer long, we spent groovin’ in the sand
Everybody kept on playin’
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
The snow drifts by my window
North wind blowin’ like thunder
Our love’s burnin’ like fire
And she’s here by me, yeah,
she’s here with me
Let tomorrow be
| Written by: | James Hendricks |
This song was from Johnny Rivers album Realization (1968)
This wonderful lyric presents us with Rivers’ and Hendrick’s vision of a summer rain. Your charge today is to write a summer rain (or just plain rain) poem. And understand there is a bit of a difference between a summer rain and a summer storm (Wink, wink)! Read the lyric or watch the video and let it w(h)et your appetite for poetry!
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
WARM FRONT
First come the mares’ tails and thin cirrus clouds,
the vanguard, high in buttermilk skies,
leading the layers of stratus
that blinker the sunlight
and herald the damp,
dark bands bringing,
finally,
the warm
rain.
Yes to the buttermilk sky. A beautiful picture of a gathering rain.
This has just that sense… almost a sweet foreboding…
Whoops, a correction is needed here. I meant to use the etheree form, imitating the shape of a warm front, and realized that I omitted a line:
WARM FRONT
First come the mares’ tails and thin cirrus clouds,
the vanguard, high in buttermilk skies,
leading the layers of stratus
that blinker the wan sunlight
and urge nimbostratus
to herald the damp,
dark bands bringing,
finally,
the warm
rain.
Great shape for this poem. And love mares tails – never heard the clouds called that. Excellent.
The form works well, William, and I love the progression to the moment the rain comes!
This is lovely, William. Yes, buttermilk skies is a delightful phrase.
I love to watch the storm clouds form and you have painted it perfectly
“buttermilk skies” Mmmmmm …. deliciously lovely! Excellent poem.
Perfect shape for this one, William, and I also like buttermilk skies.
I do not always like this form, but you made it work nicely
William, this is perfect form for the slowly falling rain and the imagery is delightful. Lovely, and worth reading again!!
warm rain is delightful, as is your poem,William.
oh, so love ‘buttermilk skies’! …and the way the poem falls like rain!
We wait. The weight of the sky weighs
In grays and ways of want
…for afternoon of silver haze
To glaze each green-leaf haunt
Earth’s child is hungry for a chance
To chase the dancing feet
Of heaven’s dandy fairy-bands
Tap-tapping down the street
© Janet Martin
What a wonderful cornucopia of images and sounds.
thank-you William. ooh, i like the word cornucopia. Ilike reading your writing because it often contains words we don’t hear all the time!
Love this, it seems like a relief with rain in that way
Man! we would welcome such relief here in southern Ontario, Canada. It is hot and dry. Very dry. Fore-casted rain often fades after a few anemic sprinkles…
I so like how this poem echoes the sound of rain….tap-tapping down the street
I’m hungry for that sound!
We just had a soaker a few days ago. Now it is all hot and humid again!
I wake up very early and think that there will be nothing to read and then, every day, I find a beautiful painting on my electronic easel, always signed by you
a beautiful painting on my electronic easel…love it! and thank-you Daniel.
Like a nursery rhyme, innocent and free! Another winner, Janet!
I love the feel of this poem, Janet. I hope you get some tap-tapping rain soon!
… dandy fairy-bands …. what fun!!
Janet, you need to publish a book of your poetry. Truly you do. You and De Jackson. I’ve been working on her for a loooooooooooong time. 😉
I’ve told De I want to buy her book;-)
I could see a ballet being performed to this poem, Janet.
🙂 thank-you!
Oh gosh, those last two lines are priceless!
Sometimes one poem sparks another:)
Let It Rain
Let it rain while we abstain
From duty’s tireless ‘please’
The air is like a soft, silk train
Splish-splashing through the trees
Let it rain while we employ
The hour with oohs and ahs
There is such a simple joy
In nature’s applause
Let it rain. Let the breeze tease
The day with melodies
That please these audiences. Yes.
With dimple-dappled seas
Let it rain. Like fields of silver grain
Let heaven fall
As Earth lifts up Her leaf-sheaf mane
To catch it with Her shawl
I am enthralled with your first one, sigh, and the second is just lovely.
thank-you Debi:)
This is a delicious poem’ it invites reading (and reciting) over and over.
Love the rain being a mane… there is something so comforting in such rain.
I wish there was a correction option to change main to mane:) thank-you!
And the correction mode used here is called “Walter”. And it’s been corrected.
thank-you, Walter:)
Write all you can, Janet! We’ll read them all!
…you may regret this invitation. It’s the kind I CAN’T turn away from.
And that’s a good thing from what I can see!
🙂
Oh, another lovely poem! I love the way this one flows. 🙂
the ending just made me gasp in delight!
*sigh* How much beauty can dwell in one soul?
thank-you, gals:)
I’m getting ready to visit my daughter in Washington state so I probably won’t see you guys for a couple of weeks. Happy Poeming All!
Safe travelling, and thanks for the parting gift. What a lovely poem.
Thanks William. Excited.
Enjoy, but you will be missed! I’ve fallen in love with your poetry. Today is no exception!
Sweet of you to say Janet, I’m grinning all over myself.
I so enjoy a poem that rhymes without effort. The rhymes are as gentle and easy as the rain about which you write.
Have a happy safe trip!
Safe travels and fun times, Debi. We’ll see you when we see you!
your poem is so peaceful – stay safe and enjoy family time
Have a wonderful time, Debi. You left us a nice poem on which to dwell.
We’ll miss you! God speed!
I miss you less in thunder than its absence
in the way peonies bend when afterwards
the summer rain is left in leaves,in grass.
It’s hard to carry memories, acceptance
silenced in this aftermath of fireworks,
when slugs grow fat in what’s left morassed.
It’s different when love’s expressed in tense
less present, when the curtain’s lacework
blend with milkweed skies, I sense what was.
And here its on my blog.
The image adds much, but for me, the tension in this poem is compelling, from the first line on.
I agree! Spellbinding from the first line through to the end! LOVE all the images you wove into 9 lines!
Ditto to what William said! Lovely poem!
Sorry Bjorn. My comment on this is waaaaay down under Marie Elena’s link.
“the way peonies bend” I see this in my own gardening. The blooms are so large and lush they just can’t hold up their heads after a shower. Loveliness Bjorn
You’ve unleashed some dandy turns of phrase, Bjorn. A rain-soaked love poem as far as I can tell! Another favored poem!
that first lined really grabbed me and your words held me captive all the way through
That first line is compelling. I love peonies, and I see them clearly in this poem.
“when the curtain’s lacework blend with milkweed skies” *sigh* So lovely …
Oy my, those peonies said it all for me!
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Here’s a link to an older haiku I wrote. I’ll write a new one later today, and will return then to read and savor yours. ❤
The oldie is a goodie.
thank-you for sharing this for those of us who missed it the first time around! Stunning.
Thank you, all. Sweet days that now my little grand daughters get to experience. ❤
I so enjoy the image of the peonies bending in this. I read this earlier this morning on your website and reading it again was such a wonderful experience.
Worth sharing again, Marie.
Thank you!
Lovely.
Thank you!
I WOULD PRAY FOR RAIN
Pretend we have but one hour
to live out our lives?
I’d pray for rain so hand in hand
we could run beneath
the pouring drops and laugh open-mouthed
at a weeping sky
then find a bed of grass to lie beneath
a rainbowed heaven
and make love innocently
cry open-eyed at the heavens
and as the veil descends
I’d quickly tell you unspoken truths
about my love for you
delighting in the sound
of my name, your whisper
how much you love me
then with moments
we can count on one hand
I would race with you
towards the lighted tunnel
the wooden bridge
the waving crowds
the flowered garden
Uplifted by angels
sent to carry us home,
we would say our lives
in the saying of our names
and we would die content
where life had found us:
in each other’s arms.
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absolutely gorgeous. Pretend we have but one hour to live out our lives? and such a way to spend that hour, in the rain with each other.
agreed! this poem ravishes the reader with bliss:)
Maybe we would act with that special flare our last hour if we just knew beforehand… maybe it has to be a dreamscape….
Hanh…you’re ready
Oh my goodness how sweet and romantic
Salvatore! You’ve given us all a gift here. A beautiful experience we should all aspire to! Thank you for such generosity!
oh my, this is delightful!
And what better place to be.
So much beauty here. Thank you, Sal.
Achingly beautiful.
Smell of Rain
Petrichor – odd word.
When a sudden summer shower
Drenches the parched soil,
Or blesses the newly dug soil
Of my garden –
This is that smell.
I do not stand in my garden
Inhaling that marvelous scent
and say in a worshipful whisper:
Petrichor.
But I do breathe in that fragrance
Willing it to fill me – entirely.
Absorbing it slowly – savoring, relishing –
Treasuring it and praying that one day
When I am old and away from such smells
I will remember: Petrichor
I will close my eyes and again smell that fragrance
Of rain on dry soil and allow that memory to
Lead me to gentle sleep.
and here on my website: https://kanzensakura.wordpress.com/2015/04/16/dverse-poets-pub-and-napowrimo16/
I do remember this I think… yes petrichor is wonderful, and I think it fitted so well with the prompt today.
always, always love a new word! Petrichor is new for me and I’m so glad there is a word for the smell of rain on soil! Loved this sensory read!
Thank you!
Thank you. I learned this word years ago in an environmental engineering class and fell in love with it.
🙂 cool!
Hear, hear! In all respects!
I loved the word when I first read you use it at the Pub. And I love it more now. And all the words you’ve wrapped around Petrichor, give it even more magnificence! Thanks Toni!
oh my, oh my! I do LOVE this.
Thanks for sharing a new word (for me).
It is an extraordinary scent, and its very emotional for me. I love this poem.
Soory. I keep putting my comments in the wrong areas. It takes a bit of getting used commenting in the comment section. I’ll do better as time passes.
If
First rains
Had stopped,
Somehow drifted
Back up the black sky
And hid their wet faces
In that white fluffy blanket
Stretched across the cloudy heavens,
From whom would we have learned to cry?
another Beaut, Sal!
I love the question in this.
Oh, what a question… lovely imagining
Your work requires a lecture hall and seats enough for all of the rest of us who devour your words, Sal! I have a gift for you in tomorrow’s prompt!
indeed! so profound
Two lovely pieces for one prompt. We win. 🙂
Like Marie, I’m posting an “oldie”, but will be back later with something new. Some poems I forget that I even wrote them…others stick in my head. Perhaps because this one had an image with it that it came immediately to mind when thinking about the prompt. In desert climates, summer rains are few and far between. Here’s my poem, “Deserted”…
I think when desert parched you have to enjoy the rain…
I love dessert! Especially with whipped… um, clouds over the arid, barren land! Yeah, that’s it! 😉 I don’t forget you wrote them. You use images so well with your words, enhancing both tremendously, Paula!
this gives me a hopeful feeling
Love the poem and the title!
Posted a comment on your blog, Paula.
Rainless Southwest Summers
Long, dark Ohio winter nights
gave way to sunlit days.
Frosty Dakota evenings passed,
now t-shirt wearing time.
Flowers bloom in Georgia
within the lowland haze.
New England churches freshly painted
from doors to bell tower climb.
Snowmelt is finally finished
as rivers fast and wide
released their fearful pressure,
and small northern towns rejoice.
Greenhouse shoots became
growing plants outside,
while Midwest farmers prayed for rain
with fervent, married voice.
Eastern cities are primed
for what will be
until September calls, as
the awakening unfolds.
Visitors arriving on
their pilgrimage to see
long desired objects,
tourist tales waiting to be told.
The northwest has a too-fleet
visit from the heat,
and even that is tempered by
summer winds and rain,
but most are glad to be
without the snow and sleet
of winter, and welcome back
the season’s expats, yet again.
In the southwest the summer is
viewed more with a touch of worry,
as Snowbirds leave their second homes,
some east or northwest bound.
Winter’s days of sun and warmth
yield a different story than
in the nation’s other reaches,
where summer does not wound.
Southwest falls and winters,
and most clearly, spring,
are the reasons people visit,
and why many choose to stay.
but those remaining after March
know this one true thing,
that for this beauty, summer’s
heat is our yearly price to pay.
It’s not the small reminders,
like the early heat of May.
With nights still cool, it still
allows a dance or two, a song.
It’s that we know
spring’s rapid days
too soon are summer’s,
too often, too hot, too long.
Oh I do remember that spring I once spent in Phoenix… and I do remember the ordeals I had to pay when summer came (except that it became less crowded of course)
wow, Summer perspective really does depend where one lives! I was intrigued by this rhyme scheme. Very nicely written. Love the image of ‘fervent, married voices’
Indeed it is not the small reminders. Here in our area down South, the heat is one huge steam bath. It’s like walking around inside a bowl of oatmeal. And thatt is the price we pay.
Depends on where you live for sure. Here it is humid.
A travelogue of poetic thought! Daniel, you bring so much to the garden. Your words are extreme pleasures.
So many wonderful paintings in this one, Daniel. I have a friend who moved from New York to Arizona. Not liking the summer too much.
Each stanza is its own painting in words. WOW.
Drip, Drip, Pour
A walk around a country block
with rain clouds lurking.
Surely they will hold back
while we are walking.
It started off gently enough
but soon we are soaking.
We run and skip, wipe our eyes,
down the meadow, laughing.
It’s summer time in the east
and we started walking…
but by the end
we were puddle jumping.
Somehow there is a joy in puddle jumping you can only feel in summer… love the playfulness here.
woo-hoo! such a fun, light-hearted poem!
So much fun and joy in this!
“We were puddle-jumping” what great fun!
Bjorn and Toni are right, there is such joy in this. Makes one pine for childhood days and a patch of standing rain water! Thanks, Michelle!
I love this, Michelle. Haven’t puddle jumped in a long time.
Any poem with puddles is a poem for my heart! What fun this is!
Great fun!!
Summer Love
(a poetic rewrite of Summer Rain)
Summer love taps on my heartstrings
Winds of passion all through my mind sings
My love is all I can think of
Sittin’ here by me, right here by me
Her smile lights up my dark days
Her face drives the blues away
She eases my weary soul
Sittin’ here by me, right her by me
All summer long we danced in the sands of love
Listenin’ to our favorite song
We were blessed with A Groovy Kind of Love
We shared a summer of sunsets
Walked the beach, sand in our sandals
All the past vanished in the trade winds
We took it day by day; each a better day
She wanted to live on the Gulf Coast
White sand and green water our new host
Made a home and a great family
Called our new place home; our Gulf Coast home
All summer long we danced in the sands of love
Listenin’ to our favorite song
We were blessed with A Groovy Kind of Love
The sands drift moved by the trade winds
Hurricanes visit on occasion
Still our love grows like the live oaks
And she’s here by me, yeah, right here by me
Let tomorrow be
© Earl Parsons
Long live love
Nice inspired re-write!
wonderful love song.
Now I need to find a karaoke version of Summer Rain and put your brilliance to work, Earl!
Ah, the romance of summer!
Why, one would think you have experienced such love. 😉
Have and still are. Livin’ and lovin’ on the Emerald Coast with the one that God made just for me.
Love it!
(sigh) Wonderful.
A DISH OF SUMMER DAYS WITH SPRINKLES
Nearly a month since Summer’s first days,
and it plays on my sensibilities
(or stirs my senility into a thought
profound that will confound me, if I let it).
But the hay-like grass and flowers are in need
of what these ominous skies have to offer.
It has been more temperate that I’m used to,
but I choose to “courageously” suck it up in lieu
of stuff that makes our winters legendary!
It begins to sprinkle, then comes rain, loping drops
that stop on occasion to allow you to raise
an eye to the sky in praise of such lovely summer days.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
You had me with the title.
‘Loping drops’, LOVE that image!
And YOU play on my sensibilities…and I like it
Oh I do love the fulfillment here.. the raindrops giving offering to grass.
Like a dish of ice cream….such a treat this poem is. But to be honest, I’ll try you the sprinkles for the snow!
I am raising my eyes right now, in praise of this beautiful poem.
Oh my yes. Praising with you, my poet-heart friend!
Loping drops – very brilliant.
Summer rains rain down
Cleansing all God created
He does the cleaning
Compact Profoundness!
What Janet says
Lovely poem and oh! So wise.
😀
That He does!
Can you think of anything that tops the swell of the sound of rain ending a long, dry spell?
We are powerless to probe the place that holds these hymns of hope and grace!
…all we can do is wait,
and wish with whispered faith.
Nature’s Magnum Opus
The air is charged with large eighth-notes
They slip across soft, green-leafed Things
Composing velvet vibratos
With flower-bower and street-strings
Our posts of duty, toil commands
But now we duck beneath its rod
To patio and porch grandstands
To enjoy musicales from God
First high, then low, its ebb and flow
Tames dust-tempests and bathes the earth
My, my, how heaven’s concerto
Fills both nature and man with mirth
This Opus is a free-for-all
No price can buy the sky-refrain
Of diamond-studded madrigals
Falling in songs of summer rain
Magnificent metaphor
This is so beautiful… almost like a symphony.
This is splendid. Such a wonderful metaphor for the rain. A free-for-all opus….
This is sooo beautiful and I love that ending.
Maestro Martin, you are extraordinary!
truly touched by all your kind words. Thank-you.
“Falling in songs of summer rain” Oh my … oh my ….
This is inspired by a conversation I had with my sister last year.
June 1962: All That Noise and Bomb Drills
Summer rain fell
on our white winter arms,
that much we both remembered.
It was a chill
that tightened the skin.
Stiffened your bones.
And we’d hang around
like two stretched ropes,
sitting on the front steps
waiting for Dad to come home.
Do you remember, she laughed,
when we drew smiles on the moon.
On the window. With Mum’s lipstick.
We always finished each other’s thoughts …
And when we dug holes to China.
With a spade, I said. And a bucket.
And those clouds that hung over
fearful days and darkened the soul.
Like a birch switch, she said.
Russian bombs. Cuban spies…
I remember the teacher would shout,
Quick under the desk, and
pull down the blinds.
It took years before we discovered
just how quiet summer rain was.
.
© Misky 2016
Thank you. I remember
And we’d hang around
like two stretched ropes,
sitting on the front steps
waiting for Dad to come home.
love that imagery! and as the poem progressed…deeper, more somber tone. Ending is PERFECT!
Thank you! 😀
Love the images and memories in this poem. Gentle summer rain is indeed so peaceful and quiet.
Thanks! Appreciate your taking the time to read it!
Always happy to read anything you put forth!
This is wonderful… I do love the way you blended with the fear of war… yes that felt closer then… but maybe we should fear today as well.
Glad you liked it, Bjorn. Thanks.
I love this finishing each other’s thoughts. I remember this time well – it was fearful but bringing in the summer rain helps ease the tension.
Where in WA are you heading ? That’s where I come from!
My daughter used to live in Snoqualmie but moved about three years ago to Richland. I really like Richland because there are more days of sunshine but everywhere I’ve seen is lovely in the state.
Truly it’s gorgeous on that side. I’m from the wet side of the state! Hope you have a lovely visit!
Thanks
I have to say, you are bringing your A+ game to the P.A.D., Marilyn! Not a one that has not pleased!
A lot of credit goes to A+ prompts, Walt.
I only point you in the general direction, and then follow where you lead!
agreed!
You brought back a part of my life with this one. Love, ‘two stretched ropes sitting on the front steps.’
I hadn’t thought about those times in years. Thanks for the prompt, Sarah. xx
Oh my heart … emotive eloquence …
Thank you!
Summer Rain Play
Skipping along
in summer rain.
Soaking it up.
Tilting our heads back,
opening our mouths,
letting drops tickle our tongues
until it brings giggles.
Dancing around
in the summer rain.
Whirling about
with arms outstretched.
Laughing together.
Letting rivers pour
down or our faces.
Stomping and splashing
in wide puddles
after the rain.
Taking deep breaths
of air washed clean.
Letting soggy grasses
squiggle between bare toes.
What joy you express
So much fun and joy in this poem.
This so joyful… I especially love the sense of squiggle between toes… come rain and I go barefoot.
I envision kids (of all ages) enjoying this rain.
The joy of rain sounds wonderful here, Connie! Love the piece!
Catching raindrops in your mouth is sheer happiness.
Love this! Love this!
This: “letting drops tickle our tongues until it brings giggles.”
And this, “Letting soggy grasses squiggle between bare toes.”
And oh what delight!!!
Since I posted an old poem and it seems new poems are being posted, here is one of the haiku I wrote last night:
still summer air weighs
heavy against the trees and
then the rain begins
I love your grasp of the Japanese forms, Toni. The grace that your haikus present is ethereal!
Thank you Walt. I am blushing. I’ve worked on this form since my twenties. Sometimes I get one right.
You’re too modest! 😀
No. I’m just not that good but I keep trying.
I’ll just agree to disagree! 😉
🙂
Modest, indeed.
The sense of anticipation is great in this.
The weight of the summer air… I can feel that… your haiku is perfection.
Thank you. It is a delicious word.thank you!
Somehow I mixed up a comment and a thank you.
Beautiful, Toni!
Pure pleasure.
SANGUINE SUMMER SHOWER
I hear you tapping.
Gently rapping against my window.
Slow and deliberate, I debate
whether to watch from my perch,
or step onto the porch and beyond.
I love the sound. A tintinnabulation
of angels ringing; singing to the day.
I watch the skies and my eyes see
how it cleanses the world. You can bet
it all looks better when wet!
Confidence exuding and I’m concluding
that I need to feel the rain; cooling,
quenching (almost drenching me),
so how can one wonder if rain can
be a blunder of nature’s way?
It is just a day. A perfect summer day
to walk your cares away, never mind
the raindrop stains. After all, it is only rain.
An hour long summer shower;
it’s good for the flowers. And I love the sound
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
You have captured the sound of rain so well… there are those days when it’s so great to be able to get out in the showers.
I used to hate getting wet. But I’ve gotten better when the wetter I am, Bjorn! A stroll in a rain shower is just the right prescription!
Oh this is so good! The sounds of the rain, the angels singing, it almost channels The Raven in the beginning and then it puddle jumps into the wonder of the rain. And you love the sound. I love that repeating line.
Lovely sounds in your poem. Nothing like a summer shower.
this sings like a rain song straight from heaven!
A tintinnabulation
of angels ringing; singing to the day.’ ..and to the heart! wonderful!
I read this out loud…and I loved the sound
You have mastered the style of one of my favorite poets. This is outstanding, CH!
And that would be…?
We must return to the beginning of the poem, where bells and ravens dwell.
Ah! Gotcha! When in doubt, Poe it!
As Poe, this poem begs to be read aloud. The sound of it is enchanting as are lines like
tintinnabulation of angels ringing; singing to the day. Sounds blend with imagery. Beautiful painting of a poem, Walt.
This title grabbed me immediately and I couldn’t wait to dig in to see what you did with it. Then I read it again. Wonder-in-sound, this is!
Silver’s Endless Shine
Silver rain
showers through summer sun
Let tomorrow be
Your body bronzed
next to mine, coconut and salt
Let tomorrow be
Through rainbow skies
all futures are possible
Let tomorrow be
Chase that chilly breeze
away near summer’s end
Let tomorrow be
Oh I do love this… summer can be something to hold on to…
The repetition adds so much to this. All futures are possible….wonderful line of hope in this.
I love the silver rain and the rainbow skies… let tomorrow be is for me living in the moment.
I enjoyed this very much Sara! The hook line, “Let tomorrow be” as a refrain is a stroke of genius and it works so well here. Tomorrow will take care of itself!
A brilliant line…conceptually perfect and lyrically lovely
I kinda stalled and re-read…Your body bronzed
next to mine, coconut and salt…m-m-m-! m-m-m-m!!
This poem is such a feel good read.
Thank you all so much for your lovely words.
Each line gives us much for which to be mindful. Beautiful! “Let tomorrow be.”
The repetition in this lovely piece is a treat. I really like this poem, Sarah.
This month we have been joined by kanszensakura (Toni Spencer), Bjorn Rudberg, and Victoria C. Slotto, three extraordinary poets that some may know from dVerse Poets Pub (www.dversepoets.com). I had recently been added as a “bartender” on site, which is on its summer hiatus for a few weeks. You are encouraged to pay us a visit when we resume and consider adding your worded wonder there when you can. De (also a ‘tender), Sara, Marilyn, and our beloved Vivienne (among others) are (were) frequent contributors. Hope to see you there as well!
Thank you for the introduction!
WELCOME! SOOOOO enjoying your words here!
Thank you.. sometimes a hiatus set your words free…
Fallen Summer Rain
one lone drop
tracking down your cheek
painted lips
smile, unsmeared
gracefully saying goodbye
fallen summer rain
Superb, Rob! Paints a wonderful portrait here!
Lovely image here, but sad.
So much emotion in the details.
Oh my goodness … sensuously emotive …
Thanks, Marie
Oh, this is excellent! So intense.
Thanks, Misky
[…] Prompt: Summer Rain […]
[…] Shared at Poetic Bloomings: AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #7: SUMMER RAIN […]
The poem with accompanying photo is here:
FARMER’S DAUGHTER
Smells like rain,
Dad would say, smiling.
(How’d he know?)
Summer rains
would water crops. Now I smile
when it smells like rain.
I, a farm-girl in days gone by totally get this! My dad said it too:) this is pure nostalgia to me.
Smells like a great poem to me! It has all the elements: nostalgia, heart, truth, love, and it brings a warm feeling to anyone who reads this! That’s how it’s done, Paula!
How tender this is! The smell of rain is petrichor. He had a wonderfully educated nose!
A wonderful photo to accompany this poem, Paula.
Awww! So very endearing! ❤
My dad used to say the same thing. 😀
[…] theme for Poetic Bloomings Day 7 is Summer […]
desert-dry days
in my dreams
i taste clouds
drink scents of raindrops
on dry hot earth
watch teaser-clouds
on the Sierras
beg summer wind
to coax them
into our valley
i taste dry brush
a wildfire-burn
to the west
i touch tears
pray for rain
I like, ‘drink scent of raindrops.’ Lovely poem.
Oh, how lovely. Each, an image to behold. Love this!
Nowhere can the rain be more wished for than in the desert….
Wildfire is such a frightening creature. You describe those conditions perfectly.
This could easily be paired with the photo of the High Plains Desert, that inspired my poem, “Deserted” two years ago. I shared the link, above, but here it is again…
UNTITLED HAIKU
Bikes with beaded spokes,
Ribboned trikes, wagons, drums, tears.
Rain on our parade.
© Marie Elena Good
Oh no!
😉
Sometimes rain quench the fun… so not fun.
Ah. Disappointment!
There’s an old song about a smile being your umbrella. I’ve seen your smile. You’re covered, Marie!
Awww! You just made my day! ❤
Storm Warning
wind came blowing
in like a town crier
announcing the arrival
of a summer rain and
following that blustery notice
a torrent came roaring
down the street bullying
us until we ran, screaming
into the house
Wind as a town crier – wonderful image here, Candy.
This makes me smile, as I picture children in a storm that is truly not nearly as bad as they perceive. 🙂
Cute recollection! My sisters were screamers, that’s for sure! Nicely rendered, Candy!
I think i remember that kind of rain… wonderful
July Sky
Sunshine warm
Fresh as dew
Summer rain
Reminds me of you
Suddenly descends
Quickly it departs
Dampness remains
You stole my heart