The raindrops the window

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“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.

Rain rain down the drain

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“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

Another bout of rain

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“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

When it Rains it Pours!

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“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow” Gilbert K. Chesterton

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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

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Raindrops, heavily on the window

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“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. 

Raindrops trump the scowls, apparently

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“There is just something about rain, I dunno, but yeah” Gun Roswell 

Raindrops trump the scowls, apparently

The rain banging against my window in the middle of the night, well it’s morning, but I’m not really counting, cause the loud clanging kept me from my beauty sleep, not that it was really ever that deep, just the same, I would like  it to blame, for the lack of my extension span, being quite low, in the early hours of the day, as starting with little of now sleep a day, surely a permascowl plastered now and there to stay, for the duration at least, but the I see, the tiny droplets gathered onto the leaves of the flowers I had bought cheap, and an involuntary smile creeps up towards my cheeks and ain’t that just creepy, but I like it just the same and the rain apparently is to blame!

Droplets in puddles

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“When it rains, it pours, unless it just makes tiny drops into puddles” Gun Roswell

Droplets in puddles

The rain fell, on top of the table and there dwelled, in small puddles before finding their way to the ground, being soon absorbed and then nothing more of it found.

But those remaining droplets danced, pranced as an onlooker glanced at the nature’s mini fiesta, in the middle of a summer’s day, before the sun came and washed all of it away.

The rain, might be a big pain, at least in some ways, but in small dosages, it can look pretty cool, and don’t be fooled, we need the rain, to simply survive another day.

Cloudy with a chance of rain

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“There are usually clouds in the skies, at least if you venture high enough, whether they are bringing in storms of not, remains to be seen” Gun Roswell

Cloudy with a chance of rain

The cloudy skies, are not always indicators of bad or sad weather or otherwise, rather sometimes, a respite from the overwhelming warmth of it all, bringing in the cool and calming winds without the dampness of fall.

But even with a trickle of rain in the mix, should bring in some freshness, to the stuffy and stale air of the hottest of summer, and only after the rain, can you enjoy the sun’s shine without it being such a total bummer.

Take a ride in the rain

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“The rain will not stop those wanting to ride their bikes, motorised or otherwise“ Gun Roswell

Take a ride in the rain

The rain stained the asphalted plains, but it did not matter to the hard core rider

And even if they are really not, the tough and rough kind of natural born fighter

It does not matter, because out of love and devotion, the rider will get out there

And ride the steady steed across the land, sand or water, it does not really matter

Even if the chatter from the others, might want to change this rider’s mind 

But, being totally devoted and kind, to the bike which can give them a ride

Well, there are really no sides to be taken here, rather the best choice of all to take

And this relationship, between organic and machine, is not something new to be seen

So, mounting on their ride, soon enough the world around then is no more divided,

Rather one and wide united road side, where anyone can set out on and drive

No matter whether this bike is just a simple and manual and in need to be peddled

Or a power house of a thing, with a motor which can make a die hard fans heart sing

Riding best, with bare feet, I guess

Green leaves in monochrome 

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“The green is a colour of monochrome, so why not make it in grey” Gun Roswell 

Green leaves in monochrome 

The lush of all the gorgeous greens, in various shades of the colours can be seen, but when the season hits, when the green colour is the very hit, the world will look and feel, pretty monochromatic at best, the colours albeit restful, can be seen as one single syllable dull, monochromatic in nature, literally, and they will take over the world, just like the snow fell upon and everywhere during winter season, summer will be the lush green grey without too much of a reason. And so, turning the one single colour of green, to something more closely seen, as the symbol of the monochrome theme, albeit equally as vivid and lush, even if only mentioned in hushed tones, as the one and full grey, never really could slay, the palette of the liking of everyday, and therefore not a popular choice as the voice of those in the grey’s corner, are usually more quieter than the rest. So, even if you love the lushness of all the greens, perhaps having a more open minded approach, a variation to the theme and try to let the grey shades in?