Singing in the Rain
It’s spring, so sing
in the key of flower.
Don’t be sour
if it rains, if it pours,
since rain is green power
helping plants from the ground
enabling them to appear all around us.
So say hurrah when it rains,
raise three cheers when it pours,
run outside,
stand in it
and sing
in the key of water trickling down a drainpipe.
December 4th
On the fourth day of Christmas
there was sky greyness,
and rain,
falling on a 5C day.
All snow wiped away,
leaving greys and browns
a stretching dullness
now that it had been relieved of all the white.
but the Christmas lights
placed about
kept me smiling.
Covering the sky
Clouds cover
sky blue
grey whites
flying over me.
They talk of rain,
the possibilies of wetness,
falling down,
and being left on the ground.
Clouds tend to make me indescive.
Will it rain, won’t it?
Umbrella, I hate to carry it but….
Bike, a ride would be nice…although…
Cloud greyness
differing from the deepness of blue
touching me
with little regard for happiness.
Like all colours
grey is know to emotions/feelings
and when it appears
those it is closest to
gather round.
Now
as I sit in the presence
of a world
covered in grey/white
sadness, depression, melencoly gather.
They sit with me
chatting among themselves
about greys good qualities
and what a nice colour grey is.
No offence to them,
but I personally hope blue
will be back soon
covering the sky.
Water-falls
Water falls;
throws itself
out of the sky
and
onto Montreal
striking
concrete,
plants,
grass,
earth,
and me.
It wets things
impervious to it;
they wait for
wind to blow,
sun to shine,
so they can be dry.
On striking earth
rain goes beyond wetting,
and beyond view,
ground bound
slowly soaking earth
making soil
wet
and full of growth potential.
On striking me
my coat stops it
and so it sits,
quietly,
until,
with suns appearance,
I remove and shake my coat
and throw the rain away.
Rainfalls
touch all outside with wetness;
egalitarian
in its falling;
it wets all
underneath its fall;
water wildness
drops dripping
millions hitting
Montreal.
Rain
Rain is falling,
covering the darkness outside
in water sounds,
filling my hearing
with the soothingness
of dripping constancy
and my sense of smell
with freshness
and moisture,
breathing deeply
and taking in
the rainy air.
Touching my skin,
by the wind,
with coolness.
Cars splash past
sounding
waters presense.
As i lie to sleep
i think
its too bad
i’m not on the top floor
enjoying the sound
of raindrops
on the roof.
