WICKED RAINS

nature

Sun heats my mood

burns my flesh

dries my eyes

shrivels flora

Drives my thirst for wicked rains

to crash through angry clouds

pummel my body, all the earth around me

dwell in forests

sniff damp air

sense water droplets

on velvet leaves

linger, respect, savor

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see "wicked rains" as an oxymoron....because rain, to me, is like a baptism...it is like a refreshing of the soul, a starting over...
new life...as in April with its spring showers bringing those May flowers...and the reawakening of all that has died from winter....
nicely done,
j.

[barleygirl]

This is a powerfully-stated, yet simple poem, all about feeling the message, and almost no cerebral tangles (my preference). Great use of dynamic verbs & popping word choices for all the senses. Even tho I am normally tuned into nature, I can't help but read this as a poem about having a long dry spell with regards to almost anything in life that one wishes could be streaming passionately into one's life again. (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie