Rain tapped softly at the bedroom window.
Tiny little drops filled up my window sill.
As the lightning began bullying its way through the puffy, dark clouds.
The fresh smell of clean air brisked past my nose from the wind.
The taps of water and the booms of the thunder are like music to my ears.
It’s rapping on the clay of the pot sitting outside the window.
Mother nature’s wit came out in full force as the storm got stronger.
She was the putative conductor of my peace and sanctity of the day.
The drought subsides with her nature’s hose.
It was such a beautiful storm for me.
© E.M. Kingston
Another rainy day
In this month of April showers
The world has turned green again
I am ready for the May flowers
Can it rain every day?
What could that mean?
Would swells fill the bay?
Flood the creeks and streams?
Would we live in a water world?
Would land be in sight?
Like a blanket of water that swirled
Following forever against the moon’s light
Exploring and finding forbidden islands
Via boats and homemade crafts
The water rippling dirt rather than sands
Houses making the deconstructed rafts
Could we live this way forever?
It could be in nature’s design
Mother Nature is quite clever
But this was only in my mind…
The sky dropping drips of drizzling rain
Upon my dry face looking towards the sky
Tip tapping upon the skin of my face
As the smell of the fresh air enhances my senses
Drops bouncing off of the tip of my soaked shoes
With my arms reaching out wide to receive the showers
Zip my lips shut to feel the water upon my lips
And opening it back up to taste the freshness
My hair curls with each little, wet breeze
Affixing it to my head as the rain drops faster
In this magical moment, I feel free and alive
Being one with the natural feeling of nature