Are You a Pluviophile?
"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." Robert Frost Here is a poem for Poetry Friday! Thanks, Karen Edmisten , for hosting today! Rain Fresh the drops that slowly soak Into earth with gentle quenching Crash and suddenly it pours
Kettles, buckets in great
Loads
Electric flashes pierce the sky Then just as quickly as they came Rumbles pass
Into the night and
Cease their Knightish horseless battle
Leaving merely an
Esoteric essence, Sweet tattle of spring By Donna JT Smith
The prompt for Saturday, Feb. 29: Here's a heads up for tomorrow - the last day of Laura Shovan's birthday month treat of poetry writing about all things "water". If you are not a member of this group but would like to try this, let me know where you have posted it on your blog or FB so we can all go read it! Or put it in the comments here. Some new(?) vocabulary and music to "get you into the spirit" with the "rain" them