Dancing In The Summer Rain

The air is still and humid, heavy and warm

movement caused by a mosquito swarm.

For days the sun relentlessly has burned

the stone dry ground, no relief, we learned.

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The smell of basil, lavender and thyme

fills the air in summertime.

And still the heat, it is a strain

we all are waiting for the rain.

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In the evening there’s a gush of wind

the humidity has slowly thinned.

The light blue sky is getting gray

like lead the clouds clench up and stray.

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And very slowly the wind blows more

it closes windows and the door.

And then, with joy, and with no grief

the first drop falls down, it’s a relief.

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The raindrops soon dance on the ground

on windows and roofs, we like the sound.

For days and weeks we wanted to hear

the desiderated rain – now it is here.

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The air still warm and I’m invited

to go outside I’m so excited.

It’s like feeling nature on my skin

going outside with a wide grin.

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I catch the drops and feel cooled down

instead of cream, the earth is brown

the grass stands up, and so do plants

when I whirl and spin my summer dance.

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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, July 2017)

 

 

 

 

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Touch of nature

Having experienced a slight spring storm has inspired me to write a new poem.

 

Being outside I enjoy so much

natures’ way my skin to touch.

So many ways for me to feel

as soft as silk as hard as steel.

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Nature’s force has so much power,

calming you and also shower

the dried out ground with strength and fear

never doubt its breathless sphere.

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When the golden suns’ breathe warming you,

its feather touch go through and through.

But there something real to keep in mind

The raindrops follow just behind.

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When summer days end up in heat

may be other forces to defeat.

in ice and storm is to prevail

the feared and scary summer hail.

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Colder than my skin could sense

breaking through my self defence

of scarf and gloves and winter flow

I still can feel the snow.

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But most of all it’s always been

just one thing to touch my burning skin

that nature’s gift could make me please

by sending out a summer breeze.

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Aurora Jean Alexander, Copyright 2015