Two Faced Rain Crystal drops of heavenly benevolence, A tender stroke of vibgyoric seven, A new paint on the fabric of soil, Dry wrinkled earth, wrapped in rejuvenating foil. Moist, wet, drips, mist, drizzle, pitter- patter, Cool, light, fresh, earthly scented shower.
The rains of wrath, mercilessly apocalyptic, Wiped off humanity, limping earth, a loss drastic, A tide of heaven’s abusive outburst, mournfully catastrophic, Cries and pleas, unheeded by torrential monster’s revengeful snore, Neglected deaths, mopped away without trace, by vindictive outpour.
Kick stand up at eight, two lane west to set me free Throttle through the gears, now it’s just Ester and me Relax down into the machine, the breeze blowing across my face Worry and troubles disappear, my mind is
I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with
I awake to the gloom of a cloud covered sky, There’s a dampness that floats with the air. A stillness and peace has enveloped my world, And I don’t see a soul anywhere. You can already smell the rain on
Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore
Instant in second thought would we peer morely impoverished flame would we adhere lonely would we let love persevere or love in lost love in those disappear into a pleasance our one love so near an impoverished flame of our heart so sincere pleasance from love we once sought in