Our sestina's spoke of rain and our Rondeau's concerned themselves with animals. Sabrina Berci's sestina was published at Medusa's Kitchen. The range of word is quite impressive.
My past and present rain
Like a lover I used to dance with
trickle bouts of longing in my ear.
You smell like the fresh tryst I used to enjoy
in the days before I fell for the sun.
For now you must stay playful and innocent
lest you rouse his attention.
Just image the sun’s searing attention
bursting hot over the hovering clouds with
panic and rage at my lack of innocence.
He’s powerful enough to rip your breath from my ear
and your damp caress would dry up under that sun.
This I know neither of us would enjoy.
The bitter-sweet memories of times we’ve enjoyed
way back when I had only your attention
now feel like acid-rain burning like the sun.
Numb, this pleasant ache under your lavish touch with
steam rising from my toes to my ears
disguised to appear as mist, innocent.
Yet I know this result is far from innocent
It is actually my soul peeling away from the body’s enjoyment.
My soul is shamed, prepared to cry in the sun’s ear,
hoping for forgiveness from your stubborn attention.
Were this to finish, neither of us would be satisfied with
the shell that would be left behind by the sun.
And so my dear until the time that the sun
falls from my favor just like when I was young and innocent
and first banned you from my thoughts with
a cheerful lack of sympathy in order to enjoy
the suddenly-loved sun’s attention-
until that time wait for me, to again whisper in my ear
the same things you now whisper in my ear:
things of thoughts far from the sun,
things that have no place under his spotlight attention,
things we both know are far from innocent.
Yet we cannot give them up, these things we enjoy
for they’re all the love we can provide each other with.
I hate to call such sad attention to these whispers in my ear
but with my awareness of the lurking sun
and my stained innocence, your touch I just can’t presently enjoy.
The rain slides down my window
I walk outside to feel its touch
Drops slide down my skin
The crisp scent lingers in the air
Bringing relief from the musty heat
Refreshing my world
I see a new world
No longer blocked by my window
The sun has fled, taking its heat
The rain drizzles down as a comforting touch
I inhale the cool air
As peace seeps through my skin
Memories flood in, of a hand stroking my skin
Two of us wrapped up in our own world
Together a breath of fresh air
A heart traced in the steam of a window
The softest touch
Then a flash of heat
Pulled away from the memory of heat
I see fruit with water dripping off its skin
The plants have longed for the rain's touch
The dead dry land turning into a green world
Step into that window
And dance in the new air
With the rain comes change, it's in the air
It whispers of new life, escape from the heat
Don't be caught behind the window
Be released of your old skin
Enter this other world
Accept its touch
Share the touch
As you breathe in the air
Bring someone to the new world
And together enjoy relief from the heat
Let the rain become a new skin
Outside of that old window
Beyond the window lies the rains touch
Cleansing your skin, filling the air
Not a trace of heat, as it cools your world
Barbara Bonaparte
So swift is your stance
When you walk you prance
Your piercing possessive pupil can catch ones eye
Abrupt on your feet so you have nine lives.
One look at this creature and you’re in a trance
An animal with poise and confidence
With wild whiskers and tails that dance
To you I describe the characteristics of a feline.
Such a delicate little thing.
At first I hated cats but then I gave you a chance
And that was because I was only considering the circumstance
I found as a stray in the middle of the night
So helpless and weak you didn’t put up a fight
Regretful at first but now all I have is assurance
Such a delicate little thing.
My mixed emotions for you will never go away
You come when you please and leave without a trace
You’re in cahoots with nature
So that makes me hate you a lot less
But all changes when I look in the mirror and my hairs a mess
My relationship with rain is one I stress.
The rain is so fresh but it brings me stress
Lying lavishly in my warm bed till it goes away
But oh how I love this watery mess
West streets and puddles are its only trace
My feels will never change, nonetheless
You have this bond with Nature
I’m kind of jealous of the relationship you have with nature
Its one that consist of no stress
It’s full of fruitful gifts and nothing less
But still the rain against my windowpane, just wont go away
Then you try up, you’re gone, you leave no trace
This thing we’ve go going, it is a mess
If anything, it’s a beautiful mess
Because you’ve something going with my dear friend nature
Leaving green trees and fields of flowers as a trace
Your beauty: undeniable, that I will stress
When the sun comes to play and you’re away
Sometimes, I admit, I think of you less
When too much will flood, that’s when I need less
Unfortunately too much of you will cause a mess
So, just for a while you must go away
Because you’re not the only friend of Nature
And though when you’re gone I just might stress
I’ll simply take a step out the house and see your trace
A contradiction is your trace
You leave so much but leave so less
And this here will make me always stress
You’ll be back next week don’t leave a mess
But then again that’s just your nature
Truth is, I never want to see you go away
If you go away
And leave without a trace
I’ll simply blame it on nature
And who think of you less
I love the rain, though it leaves a mess
And stays consistent at keeping me stressed
Elizabeth Harrison
On Ink Black Wings
In breathless flight, it's such a thrill
Dancing on air, black ink and quill
Such dark creatures of myths and lore
Who scavenge feasts on man made gore
A call so terrible and shrill
Everything on the ground is still
There's no hiding savagery with frill
Over bloody seas with no shore
A breathless flight
For them, it seems, mankind thinks ill
But they are not the ones who kill
Man will stop warring they all swore
But the dead mount, more, more and more
And overhead black wings flap still
A breathless flight
Diamond Polish
Dancing diamonds fall to the earth
sprinkling everything in a clear polish
My joy in the Spring
My love in the Summer
My heartbreak in the Fall
My devastation in the Winter
For snow is what we crave in Winter
Its beauty blanketing the earth
It is the dormant beauty that comes after the turbulent Fall
Winter is a time where everything and nothing needs polish
It is just as thunderstorms in Summer
and mild showers in Spring
There is always new beauty in Spring
It is the life returning from the frozen wasteland of Winter
It is the oasis before the dessert of Summer
It is when the sprinkling showers bring life to the earth
It is a time where every flower is glinting with a new polish
This is the time farthest from Fall
It does not sprinkle, it pours in the Fall
A time more colorful then Spring
Every beautiful, brittle leaf has a crackled and unique polish
The thundering of water preparing the world for Winter
When the clouds break everything lies still on the earth
It is a cleansing of the land after the scorching Summer
Powerful thunderstorms are the beauty of Summer
They come just before the downpour of Fall
Shaking and striking the earth
A far stride from the gentile sprinkling of Spring
But just as Beautiful as the snowstorms of Winter
Thunderstorms leave behind a broken polish
With all of this polish
That broken powerful polish of Summer
That polish that isn't quite polish of Winter
That crackled and dripping polish of Fall
That gentile, light polish of Spring
It seems there is always beauty falling towards the earth
The earth is constantly being covered in this polish
The soft showers of Spring and powerful thunderstorms of Summer
The crackling downpour of Fall and drenching sleet-storms of Winter
Danielle Brown
With a bark there’s a smile.
Stretching as far as the great nile.
All of my prior thoughts are gone.
When she sits down on that back lawn.
I’m happy, no longer hostile.
With a great sigh I compile
All her toys and play for awhile
Her run is inept, unlike swans.
With a bark.
I watch, she could run for miles.
Not in a line or in file
Wish we could become withdrawn.
Could pet her until the dawn.
She has her own unique style.
With a bark.
My Sustenance, My Rain
The most magical place in all the world .
Once your feet step on enchanting soil,
You’ll be seduced by it’s unique nature.
When you explore you will fall more in love
then you ever have before, who could not
in a city as charming as Paris.
The streets have calming features à Paris.
The natives are in their own little world.
Feeling the musty air hit your face, not
seeing magic seeping out of soil,
entwining in the air with smells of love.
Impossible to describe in nature.
Tower, more at home than simple nature.
It watches over it’s city, Paris.
Spreading, creating, and sparking new love,
more love than could be found in the whole world.
It’s wondrous charm climbs up through the soil
Who could live without its’ charm? I could not.
Paintings that look so real but that are not,
create a scene, it’s like you’re in nature
flowers stretch towards the sky from the soil.
It’s hard to remember you’re in Paris,
not in the unexplored parts of the world.
A universal language, more than love.
The food is better than the best of love.
Many have tried to resist but could not.
Rows of pastries, the lightest in the world.
Candy flowers, could be found in nature.
The bread’s smell equals the smell of Paris.
Like a large chest buried deep in soil.
Paris is something no one could soil.
Every person in the world should love it.
Brings life not death, the rain to my nature.
Nicole Schager
A Cockroach’s Nuclear Winter
I stand alone amidst the glow
of your radioactive snow.
I never thought I’d see the day
I wouldn’t want to overstay-
that day arrived eons ago.
Now all you humans live below,
my brothers strayed. Where? I don’t know.
I feel I’m stationed far away.
I stand alone.
An end to this I’ll never know.
The agonizing time flies slow.
If only life had a replay
you humans might more wisely weigh
the cost of war and let it go.
I stand alone.
Allison Chew
A Dog’s Life
A dog’s life is the way to live
No worries or cares but always seem to give
Sleep or play all day seems like the perfect life
Content and happy, a life without strife
No regrets or things to relive
Just runs through the park and friends who forgive
Nothing to sort out nothing to sieve
Oh but a dog’s life is too short
A dog never gets mad and has something more to give
Even when they’re tired out they never misgive
Always glad to see you like a loving wife
Dogs seem to have the perfect life
But they never seem to outlive
Oh but a dog’s life is too short
Rain Sestina
Sunny days turn to endless downfalls
Once cheerful students run for cover
The time everyone dreads has arrived
Mud stripes and strained expressions take over
The seasons have changed
Always falling never ceasing, rain endures
When it will end, were not quite sure
The end of the season was too close to call
Although the scenes remain unchanged
There is much more to discover
Like the sweet clover
Endures always rain falling ceasing never
During the season, the foliage thrives
The scenery begins to mature
Time moves ever slower
Slowly moving to a crawl
The air seems to always hover
Never endures ceasing always falling rain
Rain leaves some estranged
Leaves other revived
But mostly let those uncover
The secrets to the cure
Secrets that had once been left to befall
Rain never falling endures always ceasing
Like the sandy English Dover
Rain revives all that has been exchanged
Moving in and out through the long haul
Replenishing those who were deprived
And makes all things pure
Ceasing rain always never endures falling
The cool air seems to hover
Fresh new buds begin to turn over
Rain forces all things to mature
Spring arrives and things are still unchanged
Except this time more subtle and revived
Falling ceasing endures rain never always
Downfalls eliminate all hope of cover
Although it has arrived it will soon be over
The seasons change but rain endures
Jessica Patru
Out In the Blue
Out in the blue waves you are found,
Gleaming like sapphire all around.
Your grace: beautiful, effortless.
Bright and playful in the blueness,
This is what makes you so renowned.
Intelligent; yet you are bound,
Bound to the water; so confound!
The sea’s spirit; oh so priceless
Out in the blue.
In the vast sea where you are found,
You make use of this great playground.
Jumping toward the sun; breathless.
Always a smile, always fadeless.
You are happiest when unbound
Out in the blue.
Wet and Gray Encapsulates Rain
Wet and gray encapsulates rain;
It makes me shiver and it makes me cold.
I try to avoid getting wet but fail with a drip drip drip.
The cool air makes my eyes water
And the rain doesn’t help either.
This is all to say that rain you are not my friend.
You are bitter to me, unlike a friend.
You make huge puddles appear. Oh rain!
You are dreary and no fun either.
You are a hassle to me and you are cold.
You are just droplets of water
But you pound on me when you drip drip drip.
I want to stay inside when you drip drip drip.
Rain you are not my friend
Dark skies always accompany your rainwater
You are soggy, you are unpleasant, you are rain.
I appreciate all you do for the earth, but to me you are cold
You are no fun and no great day either.
Sometimes you pour down softly, at times torrentially, but either
Way you still drip on me, drip drip drip.
Never warm, you are oh so cold!
You are my adversary, but you are the earth’s friend
And I respect you for that rain
But you pour down on me with too much water.
Your raindrops are like tears of salty water
They are not sweet or charming either
So many ways to describe you rain.
Your sound is a constant drip drip drip
You nourish and cleanse the earth for you are earth’s friend
But at the same time you bring the sneezing, you bring the cold.
You cloud up the bright sky, block the sun, and bring forth the cold.
They say to know rain is to appreciate its earth nourishing water.
I do value you rain, but you are still not my friend.
To be my friend you have to be warm and comforting but you are not either.
You turn a beautiful day into a dull day with your drip drip drip
Oh Rain!
One word to describe you, rain, is COLD.
Your drip drip drip is all cold water.
Even to the earth you are at times either a great enemy or a great friend.
Allie Gurvitz
Two-Striped Animal
Each stripe is unique; they flow with grace under the sky
Unaware of the danger that lurks nearby
A lion sits still as glass
His teeth concealed by rows of grass
Like the catcher in the rye
A glowing light, nothing awry
Across the field, and endless supply
For the lion to harass
Each stripe is unique
The black and white stripes is all he has to rely
Before he attacks and the zebra says goodbye
The lion quickly makes his pass
As the two-stripped animal tries to surpass
The night turns into a dark gray sky,
But each stripe is unique
Marielissa Alvarez Landin
My Bella
Her white-copper curly hair
So soft and pretty, it’s not fair!
She makes my day when I am sad
And right now all I wish I had…
Is her and to know she’s there,
Waiting for me by the big chair…
In the living room with a stare…
Stare of hope, I might add
She’s my friend!
She’s the joy I find in the air
I would never even dare
To harm or to let any bad
Get to my dog, then I would get mad
They don’t need that kind of care…
She’s my friend!
The wonders of the rain
It is raining outside, as if the heaves were crying
There was no escaping once I walked outside
I thought if I waited a while, it would all calm down
I have always thought of dancing in the rain
Forgetting about all of my troubles
Listening to the rain’s music
When it began to pour, I could hear louder music
I felt as if I were the one crying
As the rain drops on my face took away my troubles
I felt free when I was with the rain outside
I seem to forget my worries when I am with rain
There is no need for me to feel down
The rain can make me feel special as it pours down
But only if I believe, then you can join the music
Rain is special, rain is my friend, rain is rain
I believe that crying
Makes your feelings come outside
And frees me from my troubles
The troubles
That keeps me down
Makes me see the light of outside
And then I start feeling like part of the music
As the skies keep crying
Until all there is left is less and less rain
When gone, all I wish I had is more rain
Because I start going back to your troubles
And I might start crying
Because there is nowhere to sit down
Nowhere to hear nature’s music
And no reason to be outside
No reason to look outside
Looking for what was there in the past, rain
And now just left with my own music
That contains all the troubles
That brought my positivity down
And now I am left crying
Crying alone and outside
Sitting down as I wait for rain
Waiting for my troubles to go away with rains music
Giselle Rodriguez
KD
So delicate, so very small
Hardly weighed anything at all
I could’nt wait to watch her grow
And that was seven years ago
She hardly had the strength to crawl
As she’d attempt, her legs would sprawl
A quiet whimper I recall
Tiny legs followed where I’d go
So delicate
So many times, I watched her fall
Before she understood my call
Too quickly she became old, so
Her little legs, again, were slow
I prepared for what might befall
So delicate
The Rain
Power walking as fast as I could, running from the rain
I was soaked and I was cold
I had but one goal on my mind
I had to get home
That’s when I began to remember
Those wonderful days we spent together
Days like these always brought us closer together
It was something about the rain
I told him those were moments I would always remember
Because it gave him an excuse to hug me when I got cold
It made me wish I was back home
The rain always triggered those thoughts in my mind
Silently watching the rain, with no words at all, we knew neither of us would mind
It wouldn’t have mattered if the rain grew stronger or more frightful, as long as we were together
The smell of the rain and dirt reminded me of our garden at home
Before he appeared, I hated the rain
Before he appeared, I hated feeling so cold
Now I love the rain, it makes me remember
He used to love the rain, and when it rains, I remember
I see his smile in every raindrop, and then I realize it’s all in my mind
The dancing raindrops and beautiful music make me forget about the cold
And it’s as if we were still together
Watching the rain
Like if we were at home
Every time it rains, I don’t only think of him, I think of home
And it makes me remember
Wonderful times I spent in the rain
But sometimes it brings out those old memories, once stored in the back of my mind
Of times when we weren’t together
Of times when all I was, was cold
When most people think of the rain, they think cold
When I see or even just think of it, I see a faint image of home
I see us together
The more it rains, the more I remember
And as the raindrops touch my face, the vision of home becomes stronger in my mind
And it’s all thanks to the rain
I once hated the rain; it only made me feel cold
But now it brings to my mind a vision of home
It makes me remember when we were together
Brandon Buonacorsi
Two dachshunds ran from place to place
To bring joy and love to a space.
On a day that was gray or dark,
The greatest noise was their loud bark
Quite like a best friend’s warm embrace.
Their long skinny body and face
Moved by four tiny legs that race
To leave on my cheek a kiss mark.
Two dachshunds ran,
I wish they still did. No more trace
Of their souls. Who knew that such grace
Of jumping on a couch to park
Their bodies next to mine would mark
Their backs, broken. Dead and encased,
Two dachshunds ran.
The drip-drop patter of water
Against my cheek makes my heart beat;
I stick out my tongue and touch
The clear, tasteless water drops that fall
Oh so gracefully carried by wind.
Lighting, then thunder, then again wind
Gives a new feel of storms coming alive;
I watch as the heavens let the rain fall
Looking like a vertical flow of water
Unending in a stream I could reach and touch
While I listen to the patter of the rain beat.
Is rain the music of nature’s beat
That is created when the very wind
Itself voices its opinion in what can touch
The earth in order to make it alive?
Everything living lives by the law of water
For without it, everything would die and fall.
Rain is then a pure gift that falls
From the skies to revive life when it is beat
And tired of existence, for water
Can revive life and give a second wind.
For feeling cold rain against skin that is alive
And warm is such a refreshing touch
Do not be depressed by rain’s touch.
Though the dark clouds make spirits fall,
Animals, plants, and earth would not be alive
Without its clear blood oozing from the heart beat
Of the clouds blown by the easterly wind
That bring true life symbolized by water.
Breathe in the scent of dirt meeting water
For it has new meaning to those who can touch
And grasp the meaning of what the wind
And the clouds brought to the Earth this Fall.
They brought a symbol of redemption to beat
Down the negative things creation experiences by being alive
Alive means enjoying the sky’s flow of water
Beat against the parched ground, cool to the touch.
Fall, bring the rain clouds with the wind.
Lily Viek
Orange
Though usually orange, he feels alright
as he rests under the moon so bright
his sparkling eyes on his perfect face were
reflections of the stars and for sure
not even the tallest tree could match his height
Sitting under the vast starry night
his body gleamed in the natural light
so healthy from a mother’s nurture
though usually orange
One fatal blow with all of his might
could beat any foe in any fight
with thick black stripes and sleek white fur
he moves so fast you’d see only a gray blur
as he races past and out of your sight
though usually orange
Rain Kissing the Darkness
Listen to the beat as they pound the ground
Surrounded by endless and cold darkness
With only the shining light of the moon
Illuminating a couples first kiss
Creating everlasting memories
Oh, how bittersweet are those memories
As they flood your mind and force out the tears
While you think of the final goodbye kiss
Your knees shake and you fall to the ground
Not even the bright light of the night’s moon
Can shield you from the eternal darkness
Liquid bullets attacking in the dark
Causing you to drown in your memories
Carried by the tidal wave of the moon
Crashing and breaking into shards of tears
The undertow sweeping you off the ground
Pulling you in toward the sea’s deadly kiss
Wishing for just one final true love’s kiss
Before your life fades into the darkness
And all else fails and crashes to the ground
When all you have left are those memories
That cause you to drown in those painful tears
Under the reflection of the bright moon
Trying to hide from the cruel, taunting moon
Trying to avoid the sea’s murderous kiss
Trying to hold back the persistent tears
Trying to run from the growing darkness
Trying to block out the sad memories
Trying to keep both feet on the ground
Hear the rhythm as the rain hits the ground
Searching for your reflection in the moon
As you silently recall memories
Of those bittersweet first and last kisses
Before you disappear in the darkness
And all that is left are those final tears
Memories resurfacing to the ground
Tears of rain fall and compliment the moon
Filling the air, rain kisses the darkness
Sabrina Berci
Hello Friends All Around
Hello friends all around earth's bed
I've met you once in books I've read
Hello swift one with high-speed run
You who won't stop until you've won
Hello small one who steals my bread
Who makes sure he is first that's fed
Hello you with the stench that spread
In campsites filled with your small tread
Hello friends all around
Hello you bathing in the sun
Casting shade until you're done
Hello sweet, tiny ones misread
Bite so fierce in seconds foes dead
Hello loud, mooing, grazing one
You sure are quiet in my bun
Hello friends here and there widespread
Hello friends all around
Rain Music
I open my window to hear your sound
Though the chaos of this journey surrounds
You are calm, and ceaseless, as you fall down
Your sweet instruments play their parts in this,
The symphony of life, and each droplet,
An unexpected trial turned to blessing
But at first I'm blinded to your blessing.
I know I am alive, I hear your sound,
Yet I'm sick of constant droplet, droplet
What could be great about rain that surrounds?
Hovering over this cold city, this
Drenched, unmindful, proud town going down?
If there's more to see than floods coming down
Like enjoying company, the blessing
Of a fireplace, keeping warm on this
Frozen night, Then why do I make the sound
Of a whining trumpet? House walls surround,
I'm dry, safe from any tiny droplet
Have I ever been harmed by a droplet?
Clear, light, soft, cold, wet, small tears coming down?
Like tinsel streaming, rain comes and surrounds
Though I complain, a farmer sees blessing
He hears a glorious symphony sound
He goes out to feel the wet truth of this
How could it be? Such different views of this?
Unique perspectives of one little droplet?
Which is the tone of the instruments' sound?
Is it alive? Horses galloping down
A valley of long-awaited blessing?
Is it sorrowful, as if gloom surrounds?
How, how do we hear the rain that surrounds?
Look at the farmer, he's joyful in this
Look how he sees the rain as a blessing
He remembers this song without a droplet
He remembers the past, and doesn't look down
But begins to play, and uplift praise sound
Dani Ponce
The sun shines down on your soft fur,
And I can hear your gentle purr.
You turn your head and sniff my hand,
I simply smile at your quiet demand.
Once you get settled you never stir.
Nothing ever can deter
You when it comes to what you prefer
We both lie here and do not stand
While your whiskers twitch.
The quiet peace passes like a blur.
Of time spent with you I am always sure
That not a moment will be bland
And nothing ever is more grand,
I know others who would concur
While your whiskers twitch.
The droplets fall from the sky
Where they land on our surface
No one ever questions why
We all know it serves a purpose
Without it nature would surely die
The good of our planet is why it’s worth it
The trees and the plants all grow from it
Inviting rain to fall from the sky
Without it we would surely die
Underneath the surface,
Rain has more than one purpose
Who would ever stop and question why
The rain pours down without waiting for a question or a “why”
Rain needs no one to question it
Or maybe Rain doesn’t do it on purpose
Maybe Rain simply takes orders from the sky
After all, we can’t see what happens from our surface
I hear that from curiosity some cats die
Without any rain I would die
Don’t bother me to ask why
Because underneath the surface
I love it
The way it can fall from the sky
And have this big purpose
We all know about its wonderful purpose
And that without it flowers would wilt and with it beauty die
So what if sometimes it’s a nuisance that comes from the sky-1
I never stop and question why
As long as nature benefits from it,
I’ll take the hit and stay wet here on the surface
After the rain reaches down and hits our surface,
That’s when you can really see its purpose
The small wet drops on tops of leaves and how it
Gives life is enough to ensure that life will not die
No one should ever stop and question why
Just relax and trust the sky
So I will appreciate it and watch it fall on our surface
Each time it comes from the sky I remember its purpose
Nature will not die, so I never question why
Alyssa Villa
In the mountains the wildlife thrives
Living out their difficult lives
They must flee from the hunter's gun
Should they be spotted they must run
Bears set out in search for beehive
The wolves hunt using teeth like knives
They cause men to fear for their wives
Fear not, You are safe under the sun
In the mountains
To protect their land we must strive
Wildlife need a home to survive
Without it, they are no more, done
Animals care not who has won
They just want to live out their lives
In the mountains
Alan Talavera
The rain is at my window again
Softly muttering, beating on the Earth
Hopeful that it will soon wash clean
The mistakes of the previous day
Until the sun breaks through the clouds
And reveals the work of the rain
Secrets are revealed by the rain
Opening them to view again
Weathering the weight of the clouds
That we may bear the secrets of the Earth
Forgotten fossils of a long past day
That the rain will polish clean
Though it may not long be clean
As humans ignore the work of the rain
And wrongfully seize the day
Soiling the water's toil again
Leaving only tainted Earth
Huddling in shame below the clouds
And as the magnificent grey clouds
Swoop in once more to clean
The cowering, pale, and sickly Earth
Crashing down with force, the rain
Pounds down yet again
Less effectually than the previous day
Nevertheless the cycle grinds on each day
As the unhappiness becomes a frown in the clouds
So too will humanity's mistakes be erased again
But this time it is hardly clean
There is and end to the rain
And there is and end to the Earth
For too long we have ignored the Earth
As we use her endlessly each day
No more can we seek salvation in the rain
Now acid rains from the clouds
And the water burns what was clean
Leading us back to our mistakes again
Again what we do has effects on the Earth
Clean water does not remain so each day
Clouds have turned away and no longer give rain
Juby Geli
Rain
I shiver in the cold
As I feel light water drops
Realizing I don’t have an umbrella, I grow sad
And above me, I hear violent laughs from the clouds
With every step, my hair gets moist
And I really wish I wasn’t in this mess
My muddy shoes, what a mess
They’re soaked and my feet are cold
A squeaky noise and shoes that are moist
Cannot hide from the heavy drops
Pouring from the darkest clouds
I still have one more class, how sad
The sky itself looks gloomy and sad
As it looks at its mess
The clouds
Spread across the sun to keep the cold
No interest in stopping the drops
Only making my bag moist
The air is moist
And a squirrel near by is sad
That his small nut is covered in small drops
So he tosses it, refusing to eat the mess
Then climbs up the tree to hide from the cold
After he hears the grumble from the clouds
I hear those same clouds
As I walk with my face moist
From the mist hitting my face cold
Still no umbrella, still sad
With my bag a wet mess
From the uncontrollable wet drops
I swing my bag freely, but it drops
Onto a wet blanket of grass and I glare at the clouds
And pick up my bag, everything’s a mess
Papers and books are limp and moist
Its hard not to be sad
Worst of all, I think I’m getting a cold
The cold pavement now glitters with water drops
The sad sky now filled with light and invisible clouds
But I don’t notice as I’m inside with a moist nose and a head of a mess
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