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Drifting clouds oblige, puff up to a dark grey
tender pearls gently kiss the parched land
each drop bequeaths a cool ambiance,
whispers a promise of nourishment.
Scents of petrichor fills in the sensory delight
dry summer foliage washed anew, now reflects a shimmery gloss
the green boughs sway to the percussion of the pitter patter,
earthlings celebrate the nectar of nature’s magic!
Inspired by the first rains of the season we had yesterday !
Sweet chirps of little sparrows announce a new dawn .The bright sunny morning welcomes another day. Cheerful flowers bloom inviting the meandering butterflies. As the day settles in, a bunch of billowing mass peeks across the horizon. The balmy demeanor starts to sulk. By noon a boorish band of clouds send the sun backstage, by taking the spotlight. Soon their other dark cousins arrive to dominate the azure skies. A somber mood sets in, as the clan of broody tar clouds take center stage. A thunder here, a lightning there with some spells of showers as if they are testing their mic settings. Once everything is in place, they have a blast. In flashes of tempestuous pitch and torrential downpour, they sing nonstop to a rumbling orchestra.
dark moods vocalize
with thunderous acoustics
rainy symphony
Inspired by the heavy rains lashing out last evening.
Haibun is a Japanese genre of combining prose with poetry. The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.
In response to iScriblr.com’s Freedom of Expression Challenge #21, for the prompt word “RAIN”
The arid tanned landscape
paints a picture so gloomy,
the languid eyes look up in earnest
at the clear blue skies
waiting to be enveloped by
the dark grey clouds
to shower pearly white drops
washing the dusty brown land anew.
The fresh scent of petrichor
the drops bring in,
paints the earth in hues of green
the aqua waters of the sea swell up,
the crimson petals of flowers
lie scattered on the pavement, satiated
every living soul comes alive
O Rain,
the flora and fauna
rejoices as you shower
your silver elixir!
Continuing the Valentine Special series, each day of the month, I will highlight a different facet of love in the form of a haiku. Hope you stay with me throughout this month long journey with all your support and love.
With absolute beauty defining nature, love is bound to be an integral part of it. We only need to be sensitive to see and experience that love. Each element of nature makes pristine love, be it a valley of flowers, gentle brooks, the majestic mountains or the hot deserts. They weave a magical love story. Next time be one with nature, you can feel the synergy of their love.
Parched earth aroused
wild kisses pour from heaven
oozes petrichor.
In response to Kat’s twittering tale #95, to write a tale within 280 characters or less on the picture.
With no electricity, flooded roads and strong gales, the storm had left the town battered. Forced to stay indoors, with no connectivity, Frank was home alone with his family. Like the rain, endless conversations, games, stories flowed. He felt connected to his family after ages!
Letter count 279
The army of tar grey clouds
were merciless, conquering
the perfect blue expanse.
Heralding their arrival
with tiny pearls of missiles,
they garnered more power
pouring down in a barrage.
Howling winds unleashed their ire
followed by the thunderous roar.
The flash of the lightning
lit up the concrete dark sky.
The wrath of the torrential deluge
continued its march unabated for hours
inundating all under its blanket,
the night settled into an eerie calm.
The burst of the chirps that erupted from dripping trees,
butterflies meandering across swaying flowers
invited the sun to smile and usher daybreak.
For once he was thankful for the heavy rain and the traffic snarl. It meant spending more time with his girlfriend during the drive!
Letter count : 133
In response to Kat’s story challenge # 41. Write a tale in 140 characters or less.
Down you fall
from the canvas above
kissing the earth with passion
embracing the parched souls with nectar
carpeting the stage green, for life to dance!!
Know Sidlak:
Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer.
O dark clouds!
Blanketing the sky
With a swell of emotions
Rupturing with a mighty deluge
through your grey eyes.
Know Sidlak:
Sidlak poetry (sid/lak) is a structured poetry consisting of 5 lines with 3-5-7-9 syllables AND A COLOR. The last line must be a COLOR that describes the whole poem or the feelings of the writer.
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