Came from above,
A silver drop,
That wet the ground,
Dim hours pervade.
A rhyme and sip,
A perfect blend to pass,
This drizzly blues,
Thought, a man in the court.
A point to walk,
Holding her hands,
Soon he drifts,
This is by a loving soul.
Who is pouring from the top?
Gazed the little boy,
He started sailing,
Paper boats one at a time.
After long days,
The time to relax,
Thought our little sun,
Went ahead for a day sleep.
Who wrenched my nest?
Voiced the little dove,
She is fairly busy,
To carry her twigs away.
The falling drops,
Roving soul,
A darling walk,
Gazing thought,
A sleeping cause,
Quite busy pack...
Let it shower evermore!!!
Its after a long time, a month or so I was away for medical emergencies. I appreciate all for your visit and suggessions.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
awesome..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot for visiting my blog and for your lovely comment.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate for your beautiful poem. Excellent.
this was most refreshing as our weather here has been very hot and not one silver drop of rain for weeks!
ReplyDeleteglad you are back...love a good storm...today it is storming, which is great considering it has been over 100 degrees the last 2-3 days...
ReplyDeleteLovely imagery created here.
ReplyDeleteLike Brian said, good storm needed here too...it's way too hot!
Nice one!
Thanks for sharing and visiting my blog.
Nice to see you back!
ReplyDeletegood poem !
Sorry to hear you've had medical emergencies. I hope all is well again now.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I like this very much. I can see and feel the rain and how it affects each one. Nice images.
yes, let it shower on...
ReplyDeleteu seem to have again taken a break
Sorry to hear of your health issues, but glad you are doing better and back in the blog world. I always enjoy your visits and poems. You have an excellent way with words.
ReplyDeleteI have seen your comment and I have been delighted by that.Thank you very much.
ReplyDeleteI can understand Malayalam but not able to read.
I have seen good poems in your site.
Jazakallah Khayran
JazakAllah Khayr (Arabic: جزاك اللهُ خيراً) is an islamic term and Islamic expression of gratitude meaning "May Allâh reward you [in] goodness. ...
nice poem
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery nice words; deep feelings and lovely thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your visit to April, Food for thoughts. I had for a while a blog pause. Now I am back.
How are you, I hope you are well.
Hope you are better...so many beautiful stories weaved with magic strings of rain. lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I wondered where you'd been.
ReplyDeleteLove the refreshing rain!
ReplyDeleteWe need some here very badly!
So enjoyed your poem!
Take care & be well.
Margie :)
u're poem is as pure and fresh as rain..! loved it
ReplyDeleteLove the rain...we had a bit TOO much of it this spring though!
ReplyDeletenice. i love a good rain...and you capture some of the fun of it....have not done paperboats in years...
ReplyDeleteYour poem was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWould you like to participate in Friday Flash Fiction 55?
if yes...E-Mail me at
galenhay@gmail.com
Thanks for visiting...Galen
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet :) It's beautiful !
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by! Do come again :)
Hi
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog. you write very nice poems!
the rain is nice, but it's been raining here for a while, so I can't wait to feel and see the sun again.
Have a very nice day!
Lydia
Jingle appreciates your support to our poetry potluck.
ReplyDeleteOur week 41 Theme is: Saints, Monks, and Meditations,
Yet, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome… ;)
Always, your poetry is sunshine to us!
Looking forward to seeing U on Sunday, 8pm or later.
Stay Blessed,
Love and hugs.
xoxox
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