When rains
Arrive beating
Winds howl and fences creak
Be thankful for prescious moisture
Cloud born
Water
While at times falling – unwelcome
Still is a life giver
The Spring picnics
Can wait
Padre
After an April with near drought conditions, I was glad to see much needed rain. Yet all across social media people were complaining that the May Bank Holiday was a “wash-out.” This despite the fact that the pandemic is still a very real thing.
Written for Colleen’s Poet’s Choice challenge.
Your so right Padre, lovely poem 💜
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Lovely poem, Padre. 🙂 We could use some of that rain in CA and AZ. 🙂
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The imagery in this poem is vivid!
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We always need the rain!
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A blessing for sure🙂
Pat
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This is a spectacular butterfly cinquain, Padre. You know, some people will complain about everything. Did you take the photo? I love the moody image. ❤
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No it is a stock pic, but one that caught the theme.
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Just gorgeous! ❤️
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