“It’s called, water. Something which can be bottled, but when it falls down from the skies, it’s just there for anyone’s taking. To use, to drink, to be put in a sink… there are simply endless possibilities on how to use it! And it’s all, free!!!” Gun Roswell
Sparkling tiny drops
Onto the leaf they popped
“Delivery here!
From the near by shop!
Your order as per requested,
Some freshly made rain drops”
“Sometimes, more often so these days not, the kid in me jumps forward and straight into the puddle!” Gun Roswell
Overflowing with water
Are the puddles after rain
Leaving many and big a stain
Where ever the water for a while remains
Jumping, jumping, jumping out of joy
Like a kid again, shouting loudly”Ahoy!”
Splashing water all around
Everywhere , all over the ground
September may be the month of rain
Causing the summer lovers a lot of pain
But, luckily, the season of sun will come again
So keeping on puddle jumping until then
“Sometimes it rains, other times there is snow, but if you are lucky enough, there is sunshine too” Gun Roswell
Cloudy, with a chance of rain
No, we’re definitely not in Spain
Seems to be a repeating pattern
Maybe a joke by the Mad Hatter
Be careful to not get a frost bite
When you dip your toe into the lake
Or you might end up in a plight
And a most terrible ache
A summer’s day in July
Eyes focused on the sky
Clouds moving to the wind
Cold breeze on my skin
Should have worn a jacket
“But it’s summer” I quote with “brackets”
Let’s open the packets
And bring out the rackets
Summer madness or fun
Maybe we’ll see the sun
Before the day is done
And we have to run
So let’s enjoy this time of year
Without any doubt or fear
The winter soon enough is here
And the summer mood will disappear
“Sometimes it rains, in spring it does too, and yeah, these days, it rains a lot!” Gun Roswell
The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…
But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall
WTF?
Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!
“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell
Weather, thou art a heartless bitch
Oh you deceitful heartless wench
Pouring your cold rain for us to drench
Tiny drops kept smiling
All the while you were cunning
The plot most foul and cruel
Changing us from fun to gloom
Summer how ever long it stayed
Has finally shown it’s ugly face
Weather as cold as can be
Puddles of water
For our flip flops slaughter
As far as the eyes can see
Gone are the days of wonder
What is beyond there
Maybe some sun shine?
Oh that would be just fine!
But oh dear weather
Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!
“Rain, rain and some more rain, guess it is really fine in the end” Gun Roswell
The raindrops the window
The rain leaves it’s calling card on the windows, marking the surface but luckily not permanent but for at least a moment the markers will stay there, for the simple purpose of admiration with the good kind of sensations there to be found.
And so, observing those tiny droplets getting stuck on the tough glass, forming all kinds of patterns, some of them just splatters really, but still, they have a way in capturing the attention just the same, and as long as they remain, they will the onlooker entertain.
“The droplets falling down, when it rains hard, they all end up on the ground“ Gun Roswell
Rain rain down the drain
Sometimes, or more often times, when it rains, it totally pours
The water coming down so fast it positively roars
But it’s a great feeling, a good thing, watching the droplets sing
The wells, the oceans filling with liquid so totally essential to the hilt
Also giving the onlooker a sense of smallness, a place of calmness
The world somehow safer than with the warming sun?
Then again, the next day after, frolicking out there in the light can be so much fun
“It keeps on raining, the weather gods having a field day apparently, pouring more and more of the stuff on us“ Gun Roswell
Another bout of rain
Yeah, it rains on the plains
Just like the ole song says
But sometimes,
Too much is too much and as feeling such
I am writing this, stuff
A complaint of sorts
To those powers that be high above
As to the why pour onto us
The amounts of rain as you see
We have had enough!
The rain pour becoming reminiscent
Of the biblical proportions of the past
And we don’t know how to build an arc
At least not one taking us very far
The drains filled with water
The pots and pans the same
And who is to blame?
Guess us, we, ourselves?
Only I blame the weather gods
It’s so much simpler and easier
“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton
When it Rains it Pours!
The rain came down a pouring
The sound loud as roaring
Frozen drops, balls of hail
No time to stop and flail
Pounding hard onto the ground
A safe harbour needs to be found
The nature showing it’s full force
When it rains, then it pours
“The rain is here again, falling the way down, sometimes heavily, sometimes slow. “ Gun Roswell
Raindrops, heavily on the window
The rain is upon, heavily now as is the storm, the weather having gone, from totally hot, to still warm to freezing cold, the winds gusting all around, nothing really sticks to the ground, as it such a whirlwind of a thing, a scene of sorts, going on, and will most likely last, until the end of the season, until more solid stuff start falling down, the dreaded snow, so, until that time, simply enjoying the rain, the droplets making a great painting onto the window, still tainted by the summer flowers, but now, all getting cleaned up rather nicely.
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