When shadows fade and shadows fall

Darkness creeps and rolls

The desert man made of sand cries out

                “What a laugh, did you think this was a pure romance story? I mean come on.  How could I let my author write something like that? It would have no place in it for a villain like me.

Spin, spin, pulse and wind

Tempest, storm, pulse and whirl

Round, round, pounding clouds

Pulse, pulse, surge and beat

Dark, ash, cold and rain

Torn, torn, smoke and seas.

Surge, surge, swell and gale

Heave, turn, beat and wind

Grey, grey, tempest breath

You stick your head out the window,
While it rains,
Even though its the beinging of winter,
You do it all the same.
The cold wet wind hits you,
Like an icy grip,
And all about you, you hear drip, drip.
You look out at the forest,
Right outside your window view,
Then you look at the plastic pond,
With the floating shoe.
The rain falls steadily,
You too, are being soaked,
And you hear the music so lovely,
That gives your heart a poke, poke.

The rain plummets from the sky, to caress my face. I spread my arms and smile upward, it's my perfect day, just for me. Most people hate these days, not me. I'm just off work, only a hour left to board, but I will make every second count. The ride up is wet and glorious, raindrops drench my hair, but my coat keeps me warm, as does the 40 degree weather.  At last, at the top, the rain thickens, but I abandon my goggles. I strap in, and look down at my love, the mountian. A deep, happy breath, and I'm off. The snow is perfect,  the rain not affecting it at all.

**These were all short, so I thought I'd post them together.**

[1.] "The Arborist's Dream"
The cherry tree, I dreamt, was blighted.
Its bark was bubbling up, frothing pink at each joint.
The disease was making it turn into a cherry soda, all fizzy.
I, the arborist, with my ladder climbed
and trimmed, and pruned, and treated
but in vain.
I could not find the source and kill it,
so the tree was going to die.

waiting for the rain
in the west, the clouds had been darkening
all day, even sitting on the bank--
when the air feels like this,
you just know it will rain soon--
but the sun made me sleepy
like Alice
before she dreamt of wonderland.

**Hola peeps! I know I haven't been on in a very long time and I'm so sorry!!! But summer is here and the ideas are running again so I will be fixing that problem!This was a school assignment, but everything is fun at 1 in the morning right? Of course right!**

             Close your eyes. Stand in the rain. Smell the freshness rolling off the hills. Listen to the thunder giants in the distance. Feel the wind running past you. Taste the salt of the sky’s tears on your lips.

Cloudy days and muddled thoughts
Blend in time as big raindrops
Fall like sacred tears on dirty sidewalks

Umbrellas up and all around
Shelter those who never found
The beauty deep within the dripping water

Who is left untouched by pain?
Or never felt the hurt and shame
Like stone, remains; unchanged, unbroken?

The clouds will clear and life goes on
But sunshine never lasts for long
And rain returns to give and take away