A Pot Plant

Day 29

Standing still,

Swaying with the breeze,

Reaching for the light,

Blooming in the rain.

Such simplicity..

No pressing demands.

Just how beautiful you are!

What’s with the Rain

Day 16

The nights are cold

Then it starts to pour

Hailstones drop to delight

While the winds howl and cry.

The trees vehemently oscillate

The mud looks like marmalade

Birds, animals get in their shelters to hide

Seems like the rain will bring the world down tonight.

The sound of rain through my window pane

So loud on the grayish white frame.

Drops splatter on the muddy plain

Winds howl and embrace the rain.

The pitter-pattering drops on lakes and leaves.

Gentle rumble of clouds with a crackling blaze

Thunder, wind and rain play their lightning game.

Immersing in its overwhelming power and busy affair

A slight tug on my insides

A temptation, a drawing, a lordly call of the rain.

Here’s comes the season of rain once again.