Aimless Dreams

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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The happenstance of precipitation

We didn't get much for most of the summer
which for farmers and gardeners
was a bit of a bummer
And we attest to that fact with good claim
as nothing much grew
which was quite a shame
Yet now in September in buckets it's falling
almost as if it had heard
all our calling

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Soaked

Just before the thunderstorm
yellow in the sky
as heavy black clouds gathered
ominous on high
And then the heavens opened
and from it buckets came
as underneath the waterfall
we got soaked by rain

Rainfall

When the rain came at last
it was long overdue
not that the sunshine
we'd ever eschew
But the ground was so parched
and the water was low
so the need was profound
for the reservoir flow

There was lightning

Out to sea off Brighton
a flash lit up the night
there, just outside the Shelter Hall
fleetingly in sight
But pausing for a moment there
and waiting patiently
whilst rain fell there in splatters
I got a shot for me
We never heard the thunder
but there was lightning there for sure
coupled with the heavy rain
which fell as down it poured

And the sun shone

And for a while the heat was quite intense
as the sun shone down from the sky
there was barely a breeze
to be felt on our knees
though the cloud to the east wasn't shy

Dodoitsu for Saturday rain

Concluding ‘The syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse (7 of 7)

Not that it ever left us
always there behind the grey
biding time for its return
drying up the rain

Sedoka for Friday rain

6 of 7 in ‘The syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse

The promise came true
briefly today as sunshine
warming like a new blanket
returned like a smile
and a word from its pure heart
to lift our spirits again

Tanka for Thursday rain

5 of 7 in ‘The Syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse

And a raindrop fell
to add concentric circles
spreading into life
building its reserve today
for when the sunshine returns

Bussokuseki for Wednesday rain

4 of 7 in ‘The Syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse

Midweek and the rain
full of the early summer
remains with us still
Yet no daunting with it here
no sad disappointment
How could there be with this life?

Haiku for Tuesday rain

3 of 7 in ‘The Syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse

There is sun today
or at very least promise
amidst the grey cloud

Jemaiku for Monday rain

2 of 7 in ‘The Syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse

As dawn breaks Monday morning
greeting silent world
I avoid the fresh puddles
and breathe the new day
filling my whole with its zest
a sustenance here

Katauta for Sunday rain

1 of 7 in ‘The Syllabic series 22’ from Jemverse

And after the rain
petrichor is fragrant here
as dampened earth greets the sun

Rain like summer

On the station the rain was a comfort today
in the blackness of night still around
on the edge of a morning still hidden from view
with a gentle soft rushing of sound
Mist-like it drifted and cooled like a breeze
that summer would oft call a friend
yet it is still March and winter remains
several weeks yet from its natural end
So this morning with whimsy I breathed it all in
finding comfort as thought took a hold
thinking of Spring and the summer beyond
days of warmth to replace these of cold

Looming grey

From the window of my office
looking south o'er Worthing town
a looming grey above me
told of rain soon coming down
and yet the glow beyond that
where the sea joined with the shore
told of brighter things to come
with sun shining once more
and as it turned out t'was the latter
which prevailed at end of day
November chill with sunshine
and no rain on homeward way

It rained

It rained and then
it rained some more
and the more it rained
the more I saw
as water trickled
here and there
and got in
almost everywhere

Inside

The rain came down on Sussex
on a weekday from grey sky
puddles in the gutters
as bent people hurried by

Hunched against the blowing wind
their purpose form they sped
to various destinations
by design each to were led

And watching from a distance
I felt relieved that I
did not need to brave the wilds
and could stay warm and dry

Rain came

Rain it came
and soothed my soul
with rhythm there
to make me whole
Refreshing
after days of dry
it watered
and began to cry

Many tears 
on streets below
to heal the earth
new life to grow
and though now grey
the sky above
when comes the rain
is one I love

Pit patter cathartic

Pit patter of rain
on the water down there
almost silent the sound
but lovely to share
and watching it fall
yes every small drop
I am mesmerised here
lest it should now stop

Pit patter of rain
the circles at start
concentric the spread
from the very heart
and watching them fall
to this precious scene
is a magical place
I have so often been

Wet

I would go to the beach hut
if not for the rain
which is making it feel
like winter again
Or maybe a wander
up there on the hill
as it doesn't much matter
if I keep dry until
the sod of fair Sussex
under my feet
is trodden again 
to make life complete
But instead I think I'll
stay at home in the dry
and watch as this wet
summer day passes by

Summer in abandon

Summer in abandon
grey and rainy every day
sometimes very windy
and quite miserable I'll say
The sun has gone on holiday
and left us quite alone
which isn't very thoughtful
as we're still stuck at home

So long days lounging on the beach
are absent at this time
as are evenings out the back
with a warm glass of wine
But just around the corner
August waits with bated breath
so perhaps there is a glimmer
for us here, the bereft

And then came the rain

And then came the rain
close after the sun
a deluge which lasted
for days on the run

The gardeners and farmers
were over the moon
but all the sunbathers
said it was too soon

For the weatherman said
that the heatwave would last
but all of a sudden
it's forgotten and past

Rain came again

The rain came today
we knew that it would
so I'll not go a-watering
though I feel that I should
It feels a bit strange
no to need to go out
but it's good to have change
of that there's no doubt

True Measure

Mesmorised here
I stand in wonder
with bated breath waiting
Lost in a temporary pause
as momentum gathers
for a true measure

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending

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

Wet paws

It was quite damp in Obi’s field
near Ashurst, Sunday last
the rain came down like stair rods
and the sky was overcast
the ground was rather sodden
more marshland than a field
the penalty for being
in the flat of Sussex Weald

HAIKU: AUTUMN IS ENDING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn Is Ending