This rain was falling,
The sound of it hitting the roof,
Woke me up from sleep.
In the darkness though,
The falling rain seemed to glow,
Capturing each drop.
It held my gaze there,
For a while, I couldn’t leave,
Or, go back to bed.
To sleep I did though,
Mesmerised by the rhythms,
And the rains’ patterns.
Tag: rain
Friday 28/02/20
Thank God it’s Friday,
I will say it once again,
Yes, T.G.I.F!
Corona Viras,
What is it, flu or a cold,
Does anyone know?
It is raining now,
And some puddles grow outside,
Quicker than the grass.
Thurs 27/02/20
I’m counting pennies,
Standing in the pouring rain,
One, two, three and more.
I’m travelling now,
To somewhere and then come back,
The journey’s the fun.
I’m making mistakes,
And they’re easier to do,
Then getting it right.
Paddle in puddles,
Feel that wet coldness get you,
Oh, clinging to you.
Monday 14/10/19 Rain
I love when it rains,
The sound of the rain falling,
Is so relaxing.
Another Monday gone,
The evening will see it out,
Then Tuesday again.
Thursday 13/06/19 It’s wet outside
Down London’s wet streets,
The rain is falling once more.
It is wet outside!
There’s a change ahead,
And things will be different!
Take them as they come!
What’s the city’s mood?
Hopeful, excited or dulled?
Each has their own bag.
Sunday 07/04/19
The rain this Sunday,
Helps the springtime plants and grass,
Gives me muddy boots.
I need to get out,
And walk a little outside,
Sit for long inside.
Friday 08/03/19 Evening
The day chose the rain,
Grey clouds, puddles and wet streets.
The black bird still sings!
Cancelled trains, what’s new!
It was the same thing last night,
The pigeons don’t mind.
The weekend ahead,
It feels good, TGIF!
‘Now’ time’s important!
Saturday 02-03-19
Grey clouds fill the skies,
Wind charged and heavy with rain,
Each drop picks its spot.
Greasy Grey’s delay,
Brexit madness lingers on,
Now spin again Ma’am!
The kettle’s boiling,
The tea bag fears the scolding,
Blackness fills the space.
Friday 08/02/19
Good morning Britain,
Yes it is Friday at last
Just another day.
The grey clouds hover,
Wind blown and threatening rain.
Where’s my umbrella?
Monday 28/01/19 Haiku Evening
Well, it’s coming on,
I’ve got a few good Haiku,
Some are really good.
Some are not so good,
I expect that but I try.
Improvement the goal.
Any topic’s game,
I’ll write Haiku lame or tame,
I’ll write great the same.
Haiku poems flow,
Where they’re from and where they’ll go,
The River will show.
They come with the rain,
The wind, sun and cloudy days
And play in the night.
The river winding,
Crosses the road and slips off,
Lost in its passing.