Array ( [sid] => 163058 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Vision Of Rain. [time] => 2010-11-05 05:37:39 [hometext] => November is upon us and it has rained hard here in Wales. Just a few thoughts. [bodytext] => The sky is wearing a worried frown,
Unnerved by the intensity of the gathering clouds.
Below, this kingdom of mountains, lakes and forests
Is hushed in expectation.
In the trees the crows are chattering,
A mocking premonition of the war to come.
In the east the sky has closed her eyes,
Squeezing them tight in the hope of redemption.
Then the moment comes and almost passes, almost.
And then the first micro spits of rain
Gather and cling to the mountain's solitude.
Then, with an explosion of anger,
The spits form in mid air and erupt through the emptiness,
Vast needles of ice plunging through eternity,
Until, with a spiteful tom cat hissing,
They land on remote roof tops, fields, hills and forests,
Hitting the lakes and shaking them
Into a rippling frenzy.
The meadows, already sodden, open wide jaws and swallow.
The sky's frown has widened
And in the trees the crows are stunned. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 268 [topic] => 27 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - A Vision Of Rain.


A Vision Of Rain.
Date: Friday, 5th November 2010 @ 05:37:39 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: cashfan1
The sky is wearing a worried frown,
Unnerved by the intensity of the gathering clouds.
Below, this kingdom of mountains, lakes and forests
Is hushed in expectation.
In the trees the crows are chattering,
A mocking premonition of the war to come.
In the east the sky has closed her eyes,
Squeezing them tight in the hope of redemption.
Then the moment comes and almost passes, almost.
And then the first micro spits of rain
Gather and cling to the mountain's solitude.
Then, with an explosion of anger,
The spits form in mid air and erupt through the emptiness,
Vast needles of ice plunging through eternity,
Until, with a spiteful tom cat hissing,
They land on remote roof tops, fields, hills and forests,
Hitting the lakes and shaking them
Into a rippling frenzy.
The meadows, already sodden, open wide jaws and swallow.
The sky's frown has widened
And in the trees the crows are stunned.

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