Rain With A Kick

Written for:  Wednesday Muse – Summer Rain


Not always soft showers
that tickle the ground,
a summer rain can follow
thunder’s blast, raging
at the windows, playing
havoc with the trees. As
quickly, nature reverts
to stillness, as if contemplating
her work.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Rain With A Kick

  1. wyndolynne says:

    This reminds me of a child or someone startled by their own sudden ire. An amazing & interesting image.


  2. kanzensakura says:

    What an amazing thought – the sudden storm and then suddenly still. I have seen these storms many tmes, the rage and then….silence. Wonderful poem.


  3. We had one of these moments last week–and that’s a rare occurrence in Reno. I “felt” your descriptions. Very atmospheric.


  4. TheRustGeek says:

    Sudden storms and suddent stillness… So true!


  5. Carrie V. H. says:

    Nature is like that isn’t she? I love the title Sara….so true.


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