Ode to Rain

This was the first poem I posted on WordPress/Jetpack. I’m playing with the setting to see how to post it again, Sept. 15, 2022.

Ode to Rain

You encourage the flowers to grow. But then I have to mow.

Blossoms bring forth fragrances sweet. But wait, bees! I scream, running in defeat.

Summer shower, cool a blistered ground. A popcorn shower, I feel like a rat – drown.

Drops bloop on ponds making happy little fishies. Shoes soaked. Toes are icky and squishy.

Birds sing your praises to heaven high. Tacky hair spray, matted to my scalp, I shall have to pry.

Drip from the tip of a leave ever so gently. Did you have to soak me so densely?

Clover feds rabbits young and fun. I could use a towel. Dry me out sun.

Children love all the puddles. Gray days make me sad. I muddle.

Whistling wind is a peaceful sound. I’ll never find my brellie. I bet its 3 streets down.

The pounding on a tin roof is perfect for sleeping. Thunder scares my dog. Leaves me weeping.

Beautiful lighting streaks across a black sky. I pray this anxiety coat my dog will try.

Sleep is my friend. I need it badly. As long as this thunder is around, I will get none sadly.

The End

When I reviewed this on-line, the layouts wrong. Not sure how to fix it.

In April of this year, the Kentucky Arts Council did a KY writers month. Where every day in April the posted a different writers work. It had to be in video format. The author reading their work and under 2 minutes.

https://youtu.be/gsJPkH3SAvw