Night Out

The night holds weapons, battlements, arms
how fat it grows, full and strong, with the wooly
thickness of a coat, and the deepness of a well;
down, down, down we both go, holding hands
with exhales flaring up, hot flotsam on the sea.

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The night is wet and noisy,
Clammy hands cradle me

Tsuyu: The Rainy Season

As the conductor takes the stage,
The gentle drone of the audience
Turns to apprehensive, expectant silence
Awaiting the impending down stroke.

But before the ictus,
His rushing lift of the baton
Sends forth a gust of wind,
Chilling the air,
While raising the heat of anxiety.

Static Force

Our hands have become limp.
I guess this is when the leaves fall off the trees.
The Cascade snow fills the reservoir for my home,
but night and day, all I hear about is our rain.

Splash

Felt a tiny splash
as I walked along the beach
Precipitation from the sky
just there out of reach

Cool, the April weather
had made me wrap up warm
So a little rain this time of years’
in keeping with the norm

Song of the Earthworms

The earthworms sing about rain

While we complain

Jolly songs as they move the soil

With their soft heads

To sunshine I defer

April showers
or sunshine
I know which I’d prefer
Golden shafts v greyish strokes
To sunshine I defer

A Dance in the Rain…

Painted by Me

When you take me in your arms, i forget all my pain

Beautiful are such times that i can’t ever complain

In Time

Stones, rolled down her eyes
And the meadows, found a sky
Rain clasped wanderlust leaves
Rolled up a breeze in her moment

Mellow Yellow (revisited)

1 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘Yellow’ series

Fortunate fellow
Sitting in yellow
Feeling quite mellow
Rains come
Howling winds bellow
Rising crescendo
To diminuendo
Then… sun

The Big Black Storm

Windstorms have battered my life for days, treble the rain,
tintinnabulation on the streets, a highway roaring like a sea of heaves
of grimness, mornings glamsy, murdered pink some dawns, strewn
with hoods and caps and umbrellas, and the grey swallows up
the goldfinches’ wings, the stellar jay sky, it’s hidden somewhere above.

Unsettled

The misty ridden morning
waits like a pendulum in mid swing,
cross and blue, no longer alive,
leopard printed in death’s oily colors.

I untie the souls, with the windows
curving swards bent under the dewy dunes,
haled by dawn’s wet forehead,
no graves have been dug for this.

HAIKU: CLOUD RIDE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it hits my window

THE WIND WAGED WAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

the wind waged war

with it’s ally the rain

 

the battlefields

were littered with

the leaves of autumn

When it Pours on Kohima

When it pours down on Kohima in October,You fetch your sweater or a light shawl,

Your feet are cold but just slightly.

Your Mom takes out her knitting set and wool,

And you sit by the fire and warm your toes.

The aromatic rice in the cooker is alluring,

After The Rain

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After the rain

the day is blue and gold,

flowers that were soaked and forlorn

now sparkle and glow…

Changeable Conditions

Big sky over Leigh-on-Sea
dramatic to extreme
with rain clouds scudding twixt the blue
amongst the best I’d seen
The sunshine when it finds the room
is very warm and bright
But the rain squalls cool that down somewhat
So I’m glad I dressed up right

Sunshine back

The week had rained consistently
But when Saturday morning came
Drying all the puddles up
The sunshine came again

HAIKU: WEATHER’S WRATH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Weather’s wrath came

HAIKU: THE STORM APPROACHES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The storm approaches

Kalamata Castle

Part 4 of 20 in ‘The Aegean Shores’ series

From Kalamata castle
having climbed for just a mile
Several ageing fir trees there
gave respite for a while

The heat was almost tangible
but we were not complaining
As the sun shines here ‘most all the time
But at home it’s probably raining

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The clatter and hiss
Rain falling through the

Nature’s thrash-metal show

A clue when the sun
hides away from the day
and the mugginess grows
as the sky becomes grey
Then, as evening approaches
a splatter of rain
It looks like a storm
is brewing again

A rumble of thunder
as the night-time comes round
But in the gaps and the stillness
there’s barely a sound

It Rained Again Last Night

It started light
Just a trickle
A whisper
A nibble on my lobe
Finger brushed a stray hair away

HAIKU: RAIN UPON A GARDEN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The tears I cry fall

like rain upon a garden

Rain on Me

Rain on me
Let your drops fall on me softly
Caress my forehead

Sunny

Photo by Linda Rose

Looking for a sunny day
amidst the drops of rain.
I know the sun shines brightly
above the clouds of gray.

So let it burn and break through,

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Rain rests so lightly
A-top the petals – velvet
light glimmers and shines

 

© L. Rose