Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Rain, south of the "Wild Horse" desert

We have been dry for several years now.  The rains we've had were always appreciated, but they were never more than a temporary relief to a larger problem.  Last night I rode my motorcycle in a light mist for 40 miles to attend a meeting of the Blue Knights Law Enforcement Motorcycle Club in Port Isabel, Texas.  I enjoyed being slightly damp when I arrived.  After mid-night we had a good rain, and it is still raining.  I hope you enjoy this poem about rain.

God’s Symphony

The land is parched and dry
beneath the summer sun
and one might question,
why its been so long since rain
has spattered softly in the dust
until the droplets blend
in numbers large enough to
soak the crust and run in rivulets
steaming in the heat with
pitter, patter beat
backed up by lights
behind gray clouds
and roar of distant tympani?

First pianissimo, then forte
as the lightning cymbals crash
and drum roll thunder shakes
the core.

The howling wind joins in
for harmony and takes the
movement down to pianissimo
once more

then fades to blue.


  1. Maybe I'd start writing again if I gave it a face lift.

    Even though I rarely agree with you, I'm glad to see you writing again.

  2. I'm always happy to see your name pop up in the comments section. I never mind if people don't agree with me, as long as they do it in a nice way. Best to you and your family. Pappy

  3. Really like this one, Pappy - especially "...takes the movement down to pianissimo once more". Nicely done. Glad to see this piece on Independent Poetry Society!

  4. Thanks Adam. Glad you enjoyed it.


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