http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/09/thursday-think-tank-67-rain.html
The rain plays a muted song tonight
Fingertips, gray, pummel out the light
As wind-tattered fragments of my day
Waver momentarily and then slip away
The silence is warm and easy with you
Thunder rolls, the lightning white-blue
Illuminates stark images, rigid and black
My finger-tips brush across your back
The night settles around us in a drawn-out sigh
Reaching the perimeters of the sky
Fingertips whisper, plead, implore
Waves gather somewhere on a forgotten shore
Janet Martin
When I saw this prompt after an all-day rain today,
I could not resist!
I love the personification of the rain in the first stanza, followed up in the third with the same image, put now personal. It's always fun to close that circle.
ReplyDeleteAnthony, I enjoyed writing it too.
ReplyDeleteMike, it is always richly satisfying
when the circle closes and everything fits, right?