The green be greener,
The fresh be fresher,
The atmosphere be cool,
The earth be succulent
The trees be forest
I am here again. Rain.
Rattles on the roof,
Colorless odorless drips,
Descending in rootless form,
Clenches in the teeth,
Whistles in the ear,
I am here again. Rain.
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Simple but meaningful.
Well written, @tess100 .
To be sure, rain has some negative connotations, such as the colour grey being associated with sadness and the sky figuratively crying, which is why some people dislike it, but rain represents a cycle, a rebirth, and a new beginning to me. Rain represents sustenance and the return of life to me.
I love the rain.❤️❤️❤️
Thank you🤭 @mell79
Yes, nature is different things to different people, I love the rain too, its season is my best!
Theresa, I loved the repetition of the word rain in this poem. It was such a fun way to be anchored to the subject of your poem.