The rain fell
from sky
to leaf
to me,
as I walked
through
the woods.
When the rains subside,
they beg to go outside,
and we catch the moment.
Swiftly we walk
along country lanes,
and inhale the freshness
that lays all about –
buried, as it is,
under fallen leaves and twigs.
Looking out windows,
seeing the pourtentous sky
relieving itself.
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Tagged #poetry. #poem, #WetWeather, Cornwall, Kernow, Rain, weather
From up above us
the drops fall upon our heads
and we reign supreme.
Just a-walking in the rain.
What are we doing in the rain,
getting wet, once again?
When we should all be dry indoors,
and dreaming of those Cornish shores.
I can see the sun shining,
I feel the raindrops;
so where is my rainbow?
Where?
I look about,
doubt in my heart
that one will be there;
when there should be one there.
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Or am I just imagining
that when two facts collide
a resulting phenomenon
should be to my side?
Where is my rainbow?
Where?
Oh, where?
For it isn’t there.
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