gully washer

pitter-pat to rat-tat-tat

puddles soon submerge to pools

sprinkles turn to dog and cat

streams obey now fluid rules

 

roiling skies boil, snarl and bark

bolts strobe importantly

smoke grey dims day to dark

ducks quack with impunity

 

sprig and bloom exalt in joy

subtly, the crest subsides

Jupiter returns to coy

as old Sol above abides

 

Reviews

[L. J. Clayton]

This holds some lovely imagery with rhyming used to good effect. It brought to mind a section of 'Nights in White Satin' by The Moody Blues, as I was reading it...such a haunting melody, your words and rhythm almost a perfect match.

Thank you for sharing,

Laurie

[Mary]

love the poem- not crazy about the storms you so aptly describe- I suppose it's an acquired taste, he he.

[Emerald Seas]

Great use of your rhyme scheme throughout. I like the imagery portrayed through this piece. Nicely written.

[Bats In The Belfry]

this makes me think of my childhood, lots of movement, fun to read!

[Tate Morgan]

This was very well thought out and you know I love the rhyme ABAB perfect

[WhiteWillow]

There's nothing better than a stormy spring day; marks a beginning of change, of sorts. Wonderful flow and vocabulary!

[patricia]

great rythm. loved it.

[Wondering Mind]

Seasons! Always an alluring subject to read and write about. You certainly have a unique style of expression!!

[Ed Hart]

yep, just passed overhead