Music of rain

Raindrops have their own music

In this symphony of rain

The initial movement is undoubtedly

Allegro agitato

The rain

Fast and angry

Making a statement

Making an entrance

This eases into andante

But the rain

When there is a storm

Never starts with one tempo and ends with another

There is a continual accelerando and ritardando 

Fast

Slow

Fast

Slow

Until the heavens empty of their anger

The sky clears

And the sun comes out

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*Written two years ago but as I watch and wait for the rain it seemed a perfect time to repost.

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Rain

I listen to the rain outside my window

every droplet falling midway between hard and soft.

I get lost in the rhythm

hard

soft

hard

soft

and I imagine every one as you

falling upon my skin

touching me.

Your lips

finding my every curve and hollow

adoring them

worshiping them

like an artist

like a lover.

Your tongue

tasting me.

Your eyes closed as you make that first discovery.

That long asked question

answered.

The hunger to taste more

burning through you

like a wildfire.

The rain makes me think of getting lost in you

of every sensation I can conjure

when your name

crosses my lips.

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Photograph taken from Tumblr

 

Bruised sky

This bruised sky

is full of aching and melancholy.

There is electricity in the air

and a distant rumble of approaching thunder.

I wait

anticipating the sky’s torrent of release.

Eager to feel it’s cool kiss

and the sting as it hurtles to the ground

my skin bearing witness to it’s violence

as I am soaked to the bone.

Knowing

that despite the bite of cold in the air

no matter the flood of water

descending from the sky

that the burning tides

I find myself swimming through

cannot 

and will not

be extinguished.

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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

The rain looks like stars

The rain looks like stars

In a night drenched in black

The pavement glittering with silver

I breathe softly

The evening air cool upon my lips

I attempt to calm this turbulence

Within myself

To slow

This rapid pulse

A staccato in my ears

And this dizzying feeling

Which consumes me

I am saturated with emotions

With desire

With longing

Conjured up

With the mere thought of you

Artwork “Dancing in the moonlight” by Gilles Grimoin

Winds Shift

Photograph taken from Tumblr

The Language of Rain

The language of rain

The steady barrage of a storm

The dulcet tones of soft raindrops

Whether hard or soft

These sounds

At turns

Make me feel alive

And calm and soothe me

The rain speaks to me

And I always

Listen

Photo taken from Pinterest

Tempest Within Her

Artwork taken from the internet. I do not know its provenance.

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