Some say only ducks truly enjoy the rain. They obviously have not met Kerstin.  “You’re stark-raving mad, you know that?” I call out to her from the bungalow’s front porch.  “We haven’t seen the sun for three days. These puddles may very well be my only chance at a pool.” She jumps, splashing both feet like a rebellious child with a rose-colored pout. “At least we’ll save on sunscreen!” She has that carefree aura; the typ...

The rain in furry.  I am solotude. All I do is count the drops as they wind and fall. Lightning and thunder command the sky. I witness the ribbons of wind as they lash the sleeping trees. I am at a place of inner concentration that I can not share but wish to. There is no rage but the coal burns. I am focused. Hands clean my soul hurts and weeps. You see no blood in the storm. I am now but only for this long. Even fools h...

Sprinkling softly, the rain falls down to earth, like tears from the heavens. Ironic in this moment, as my own eyes start to well. I close my eyes and bite my lip, pushing back my feelings as a clap of thunder shakes the ground. My once-treasured thunderstorms are leaving me empty, broken. Thanks to you. Bittersweet I suppose, I always knew deep down I was never good enough. Oh so painfully you made it crystal clear to me...

God’s Tears (Part One) Long after the sticky drab of an all day late August rain, the trees still spit on me. The fog rolls in, like a thick blanket, smothering the hustle and din I’ve grown accustom to. Only the expectancy of a passing cop car can cut the smothering. There is more than just the eerie quiet that shakes me to my core. Can you feel the dank air, eating you from within, like lead piranha in your lungs? Chang...

She sat back, headphones on, pressed play and closed her eyes. As she listened to the music she heard the distant rumbling of thunder, it was getting louder, closer. She smiled. Soon the rains would be here. Looking around, taking in the dry harsh plains, the cracked white earth pierced by the odd clump of long crisp parched grass, she breathed in, filling her lungs with the hot air. A few kilometers away thick billowing...

The rain lashed noisily against the windows and drummed upon the flat roof of the dormer. She pulled the blankets up over her head and tried to shut out the incessant din but it was no use. The howling wind whistled around the eaves reaching a thundering crescendo before dying away, only to return with equal ferocity moments later.   Outside she could hear the distant roar of the sea, waves crashing mercilessly against th...

Life would be meaningless without your love, the sound of the whispering rain on fallen leaves stirring up the fresh smell of air that has been scrubbed clean wasted without your heart to share it with.  Because without you there is only the thought of you, creating an all-consuming emptinessthat demands to be pursued to realize any semblance of happiness.  Without you, there may be life but there certainly would be no jo...

It’s raining outside, I can see through the living room window. With my eyes closed, I imagined how it would feel on my skin so cool and refreshingmaking me feel clean again after it washed away all my worries and fears. As I’m watching the rain fall hard in places and the rain pounding on the windowmaking everything look dreary.  I am amazed to see how gentle the rain falls onthe most fragile of flowers quenching their t...

Every raindrop from the skytouching this desiccated earth. Brings fresh verve, causing a sigh.Damping a place, so flowers grow. Like every teardrop from her eye,touches this bruised parched heart. Sowing seeds to make her garden grownever meaning to cause a painful tear. Wishing only laughter makes her cry,and fetches beauty to embrace her soul. Creating joy to behold in a rainbow sky,fulfilling dreams, while expanding ti...

She always walked to work.   Wearing a good pair of walking shoes, she had her dress flats in a large handbag.   Normally she'd take the tram on days like today.   She doesn't anymore.   Now she puts rubber booties over her sneakers and walks to work.   Besides, the tram was always overcrowded on rainy days.   Once, too many times, a stranger had groped her backside.   She never knew who exactly, but sometimes someone had...

It’s been an eternity since he was sitting on the bench in the pouring rain. It’s been an eternity since the skies have forgotten how the blue might have looked. It’s been an eternity since Heaven and Earth had been washed together by the ashen grey diluted in every raindrop and every speck of cloud.He was raining for ages inside. The pain of the abandoned heart was gathering into raging flows, ravaging the soft tissue of...

“Hey! Bata.” I greeted Nora who sat on the porch and sipped her tea. She was in her white pajamas and t-shirt. I wanted to tease her about cleavage but it was my last time meeting her so decided not to annoy her. “Hey! Little boy.” She greeted me back and pointed at the empty chair opposite to her. It was a lovely evening and she had off from work so I wanted to spend some time with her before going to states. She seemed...

Cruel World:He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out. "Tom?" the female voice asked, though to him it sounded distant and far away. Go away, God dammit, he thought angrily, just leave me alone. All I want is to be left alone. A...

A soft murmur heardDroplets scatter aboutThunder’s distant rumbleNature’s fury shoutsDarkening skiesLike a blanket concealTurbulence aboveThe Gods won’t revealSharp lightening cracksIlluminating the groundStorm clouds roarWith a deafening soundRain washes downAs the heavens cryIndignation unleashedThe storm passes byWhisper of windCleansing the airWarm sunlight’s returnFinding us there

Adderall sunshine lights me upBefore a swift northeastern wind Cools me under black clouds. Aqua stains old poems When Bedouin rain drops Descend upon us from the dune like cumulus. The dust and sweat of China Wash down from the bill of my hat Mixing in with the Georgia red Like some earthy consummation of the love in my heart for both. Cold curtains wrap around me Sending a shiver through me. I was caught up in a poem Wh...