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Only Happy When it Rains (repost from c.p.)
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Only Happy When it Rains (repost from c.p.) |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
In waves the thunder rippled overhead Threatening to drown a man dead. The clouds were swept along like sea foam & the sky flashed like gleaming chrome. The lightning came down in flickering lines yellow,bright electric vines. I sense the chaos of an oncoming storm. The windpicks up,the air chilled,no longer warm. The trees begin to dance, the flowers sway in trance. One last heavy gust of wind making grasses bend. Then a calm,quiet,silence before the storm sets in. Weather vanes go out of control & spin all the world's trouble converge in a defening manner pain & misery come down like a banner. It makes me happy to see the world crash &crumble in a lightning flash. I find comfort in the thrill as all the evil from above begins to spill. ...........I'm only happy when it rains.......... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i hope i haven't posted this in here before!! And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Where I am, that's all it has done the entire weekend. I like the rain, but enough already. Great poem, lovely, flashy pictures of ligthning and all that spare electricity winding you up like a coil. Storms are so exciting. |
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gothicmoth Member
since 2000-06-05
Posts 89 |
Great images! "gleaming chrome... electric vines." You captured the building of a storm very well. I'm not sure if this is intentional or not but the rhythm of the poem really reflected the rhythm of a storm. It's not always a constant build up. This is simply wonderful. I, too, am happiest when it rains. |
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Portia Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 157 |
I am also happiest when it rains. Especially summer rain... lightning is exciting and delicious when it's hot outside. It helps the flowers grow, too.... Portia |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road |
Very nicely crafted poem this. I agree with gothicmoth you captured the feeling well. I really fell right into the atmosphere you created. I love storms too - loud thunder cracks, flashing lightning and torrential rain - and the pure ozone and smells from the earth and nature after - beautiful!  |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Sounds like last Friday. The skies just exploded and rain poured really really poured down. You captured the drama of such an event perfectly. well written. really enjoyed this poem.< !signature--> ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers "Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany Culture, alienation, boredom and despair" "To be nobody-but-yourself-in a world which is doing its best night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting." E.E Cummings. [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-06-2000).] |
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