When It Rains...

 

When it rains kitchens become havens of slower, simpler joys

Tea and cookie celebrations; mom with little girls and boys

Supper salad veggie-ventures; rainbow-splashes in a dish

Upsy-daisy little fellow, eat as much joy as you wish

Pitter-patter, chitter-chatter, look, a hummingbird, that’s cool

Diamonds dripping, dancing slipping to a green-leaf garden pool

‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ oh

Afternoon is like a tune out of an old-time picture-show

When the sky unchains a strain of plush percussion, low then high

Kitchens like a midday beacon beckon loved ones to stop by

Humble home-sweet-home oasis graces lips with laughter’s vim

While outside a crooner traces twig and sprig with nature’s hymn

Silver sliver of a river quivers on each frond and flow’r

Wakens wilted wisps with heaven’s life-anointed mercy-show’r

Kitchen windows, doors swing open to welcome songs from the sky

Earth is like an Eden jeweled with glass rhinestone run awry

© Janet Martin

Very little equals the joy of listening to the music of a much-needed rain...
while dabbling in culinary arts!

Spill-stream-run Song

 Forecasters predicted two weeks of this 'trickle-music'

The tree is gold with first-leaf flow’r

The lea is green with spring’s first frills

And overhead the sky is wed

With silver sea that spills and spills

The earth is like a luscious lake

It births the ache of garden-dreams

While all the while from yonder isle

The mirth of rain-song streams and streams

The hill is dotted with first blooms

Where daffodils like sodden suns

Bow ‘neath a sweep of leaden deep    

That fills a fount that runs and runs

© Janet Martin

Gray September, Saturday Dawn

 I LOVE to clatter about the kitchen on a rainy morning...

...listening to the tune of silver-circle notes

Gray dawn is like a shawl

It wraps Saturday souls

In thoughts of woolly sweaters

Cups of tea and book-cajole

Gray dawn is a like a yawn

September-sweet and slow

It tickles us with fancy’s feet

And second cups o’ joe

Gray dawn is like a song

A blue-some serenade

Rain-drop percussion back-drop to

A week of mem’ries made

Gray dawn is like a poem

Stirring from common stuff

A canticle of home, sweet home

And pots and pans and love

© Janet Martin 

 

Rain-love

Today's inform challenge at Poetic Bloomings is short and sweet; the Dodoitsu.  The Dodoitsu is a fixed folk song form of Japanese origin and is often about love or humor. It has 26 syllables arranged as four lines of 7, 7, 7, 5 syllables respectively. It is unrhymed and non-metrical.

Soft rain slips a cool blanket

Over the rounded shoulders

Of a summer-weary earth

Drained of its laughter

© Janet Martin

We are love-loving the rain after a scorching summer!

Nature's Magnum Opus

Can you think of anything that tops the swell of the sound of rain ending a long, dry spell?

We are powerless to probe the place that holds these hymns of hope and grace!

...all we can do is wait, 

and wish with whispered faith.

 Poetic Bloomings Prompt: day 7. Summer Rain

The air is charged with large eighth-notes

They slip across soft, green-leafed Things

Composing velvet vibratos

With flower-bower and street-strings

Our posts of duty, toil commands

But now we duck beneath its rod

To patio and porch grandstands

To enjoy musicales from God

First high, then low, its ebb and flow

Tames dust-tempests and bathes the earth

My, my, how heaven’s concerto

Fills both nature and man with mirth

This Opus is a free-for-all

No price can buy the sky-refrain  

Of diamond-studded madrigals

Falling in songs of summer rain

© Janet Martin