A Poem After the Rain

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This morning it rained; it was a wonderful blessing. The grass and the plants thanked the rain, and new growth already emerged. It is amazing how nature can with the mere touch of rain regrow itself. It was very dry for so long, but the rain calmed everything down. The rain was unexpected because it should only arrive in May and June, not March. But the gift of unexpected rain is wonderful.

So please enjoy this poem I wrote to celebrate the rain with the photographs I took this morning of the flowers this morning. After the rain, the light is always perfect for photography.

After the Rain

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golden droplets
drip drip drip
perfect symmetry
perfect alignment

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drunken poison
the cure for the toxin
in bite the of an apple
please the soul
so that the mind can grasp
the words that drip
from the leaves

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rosemary longing
the smell of desire
I wonder about
in a maze of yearning

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rosemary longing
nostalgia burns
like an open fire
for what was
and what will come
of rosemary longing
can you soothe my soul

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after the rain
my soul is washed
by nature's touch
anew I see
the world

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the smell of flowers
the small of youth
I wonder anew
from where you will touch
my soul

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flowers abundant
scents so strange
I wonder
from where
you will shine your light

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oh flower of youth
can you not break my soul
into a million pieces
so that I
can rebuild my world

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darkend skies
fly over my head
the shadows of the clouds
a new threat

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but I know
from so many years
reasurance
is merely a cloud
of rain
that covers my soul
with a wool blanket

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rain droplets of my youth
take over my soul
for I am old
in spirit

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was me clean
of the sins
the past is lazy
akin to wine
that sits in a bottle
to never be drunk

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the rose of my life
can reap the sorrow
oh bless me with rain
so that the morrow can be
a sun that shines

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sour your words
burn my skin
the rain was never again
the washing of skin
breath fire
in my throat
oh my soul
can you not wait

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for today
I will not stand still
in the weight
of your wonder

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Postscriptum

The morning rain made me drunk, the fresh air was something special. The rain was not supposed to fall now, but we never complain.

I hope you enjoyed the poem. It was something new. The rain had me properly drunk. The fresh air was too much.

In any case, the photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300 and 300mm zoom lens. The poem is also my own. I hope you enjoyed it. Happy photographing, stay well.

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