Rain in the summertime

Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.

Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .

In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into a moving river of blooms
Summer showers caress the fields.

— crypticbard, Feb 04, 2011

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows., I am because we are

Critiques

Frederick Kesner

15 years 4 months ago

Hey J!

Easy on the painkillers. :-)) Hope your well on the mend. How did it go, btw?
Yup, it's been swinging from heatwave to severe weather here like a crazed pendulum.
I have migraines when there is much electrical movement in the atmosphere. Not a happy thing.
And you can't sleep in this muggy weather either.... grrrr.... lol. Yes, it's steady amounts of gentle rain that we need.

mand

15 years 4 months ago

Pure poetry! I love it all,

Pure poetry! I love it all, After the storm, life blooms - "summer showers caress the fields". There are so many good lines here I can't choose which is the best.

Love Mand xxxxxxx

Frederick Kesner

15 years 4 months ago

Thanks kindly, Mand

I much appreciate you letting me know that there is more than one line to choose from. I usually have about one good line of verse in about three poems.

Frederick Kesner

15 years 4 months ago

thanking you Ian

that memory and experience I hope is translatable and transferable other than in poetry. There is much beauty in this world still. If we found our prior eyes and used them again.

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