Dark clouds are clustering formidably,
and fearful souls outrun soon coming wrath,
finding warmth and comfort most vagrantly:
an escape from a drenching water bath.
Thunder and lightening frighten miserably
as we’re shrieking from very near misses ~
children's eyes seek consolation kisses.
The sky pours forth; it reigns on mother earth.
She drinks the refreshing bounty graciously,
thirsty soil flourishing foliage with rebirth.
Lakes, streams, rivers move fluid with dignity,
replenished, pooling water ~ natures mirth.
Musical parody: rain nurturing souls,
nature thus refilling barren water holes.
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Ottava Rima poetry, written for "Invalid Item"
and submitted for Day 5 - January 22.
I hear the sound of an abundance of rain (1 Kings 18)
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