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… Continue
Added by Craig on February 23, 2013 at 11:00am —
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… Continue
Added by Kay Sera on July 27, 2012 at 4:42pm —
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,… Continue
Added by Cita on July 15, 2012 at 11:00am —
Rivulets run down horses Continue
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…
Added by deanna dickinson mccall on August 8, 2011 at 10:29pm —
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… Continue
Added by Ben Goshko on July 19, 2011 at 11:46am —
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,… Continue
Added by Tanja Cilia on September 4, 2010 at 5:00am —
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
Added by Jenny Nieder on June 15, 2010 at 12:05pm —
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.
Added by Tana on May 6, 2010 at 12:00am —
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… Continue
Added by Sandra Davies on May 5, 2010 at 5:16pm —
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 .
Added by mal on November 12, 2009 at 6:51pm —
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.
Added by mal on July 6, 2009 at 5:42am —
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
Added by Kez on January 22, 2009 at 10:00pm —
"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
Added by PS on January 15, 2009 at 4:47am —