Stagnant air surrounded me, bringing edgy feelings of resentment.

It gnawed at me, I chewed at it until one thought remained, I hated my job.

I sought solace in repetitively thinking lemon aid, thinking iced tea, nothing worked.

From behind a damp breeze caressed my neck while the smell of rain demanded my attention.

Turning in my chair toward the open window I saw leaves hued in iridescent yellow just before they turned dark green.

The sky erupted…

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The simmering tap of keyboards blurred into the rain's quiet song. The general hum was interrupted by the occasional phone call or clap of thunder, but nothing could fully disturb the solemnity of the atmosphere.

In the communal isolation, she sat; her fingers joining with the others, adding their own rhythm to the song's tuneless drone. 

To her mind, the rain expressed and told all of the stories she had never dared to write in its simple, playful banter on the…

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The cricket in the corner kicks his song into high gear at 3:30am in order to compete with the alarm's shrill, and the sheet is kicked to the end of the bed because the air is heavy, dense, hot.

Still, coffee is what I crave as we read into the pinkening dawn, and hope is high that the heat will do its job, cook cook cook the clouds, pour blessed moisture over the land.

It is not a homogenized or homogeneous life, for my days are never the same and for sure nothing like yours,…

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Rivulets run down horses

Manure scents the air

Awe of nature’s forces

Answer to his prayer.



Lightning splits the inky sky

Horses wheel, ears laid flat

Trembling, tear thundering by

Masses of muscle and fat.



Ring of raging rain

Pings and puddles off tin roof

Squeal of spinning weather vane

All proclaim the pounding proof.



Cattle scatter from feed grounds

Gather beneath dripping trees

Dream of green redeeming…

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 I hate this moody day; the clouds are dark, the rain is pouring down.

 

When the parking lot pavement gets wet, it turns to grit, and little stones get wedged into the soles of my old shoes.

 

Raindrops splash against my suit, most don't soak through, but the few that do, feel warm like summer dew.

 

A file is tucked tightly under my arm so it won't get wet, but the rain still spatters it, turning manila yellow into a putrid shade of…

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In any case, ichor (“tenuous essence”) is not blood, but an ethereal, transparently golden fluid that was supposed to run in the veins of Greeks gods – a component of ambrosia and nectar too, if you please, and poisonous to mortals.

Of course, it’s not only Greek gods that do not have blood as we know it in their veins.

Some arthropods - including spiders, crustaceans such as crabs and shrimp,…

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It was my 16th birthday when my brother died and I still remember looking out the bay window and watching the raindrops cascade down the smooth window pane as I waited for him. Each set of headlights that turned onto our narrow street made my breath stop as their glare sparkled across my face. I listened dejectedly to each of the individual drops, focusing intently on the hidden messages trapped in each of their paths as my parents argued about him in hushed tones behind me. We finally sat down… Continue

I heard the thunder and ran to open my windows. I switched off the lights and radio and sat in the dark quiet under my window. The recorded music could wait, the real performance was starting. Mother opened with a cool crips waft of air and soon the percussion was in full swing. Her orchestra played far into the night then faded into a light drizzle. I left my windows open that night in case of an encore.

Despite its name Damme was haven, not hell, on two occasions.

In just ten miles riding from Zeebrugge, in fine misted rain which blurred a landscape of dyke ditched horizontals crossed by verticals of poplar and pollarded willow and inculcated an appreciation of the horrors of WWI trench warfare, waterproofs of all qualities, from Tony’s top of the range Hein Gericke all-in-one to Den’s bright orange, nicked-from-British-Rail…

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I am lost again , as the

dandelion seed - heads

shine ... behind me too.

While the rain lifts the peaks

off, some office towers ,

but,...still partly obscurred ?

Translation studies -

Disseminating drifting clouds

behind a fly wire screen.

However, there"s no way through

but , up and over the hill -

Ah ,...centrelink .

While steady rain seeps into my gutters,
pigeons screech in the dusty bush...
as, doves feed at the crumbling edge
of the path down to the lake.

The accelerated rain drops collide
with the surface of the lake,
As its ripples radiate back
towards its green banks...

The sun"s warm glow is now gone
as my mobile is calling me long-distance,
while the line crackles with low level static
heavy black clouds ....suggest more havoc.

The distant drumming of thunder alerted me to the approaching storm. The clouds now thick charcoal clusters threatening to unleash a drenching filled the space that moments ago were a clear and vibrant blue. How quickly it changes from bright and sunny to ominous yet, enriching; bringing nutriments and new life to the limp foliage and dry and crackling earth. It is this analogy of life being born from darkness, sunshine after clouds, glad tiptoeing after sad and good evolving out of evil that… Continue

"Water that is condensed from the aqueous vapor in the atmosphere and falls to earth in drops more than 1/50 in. (0.5 mm) in diameter",That's how Rain is described in science books.



But then there it doesnt cleans the plants or quench the thirst of dry mud or chase all beings to search a shelter or inspire anyonet to think differently.Science has no explaination for the beauty of peacock,the rhymes of frog,the music of raindrops on rooftops,the nostalgic moments in rain,the joy of… Continue