Thursday, April 5, 2018

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SOAKED TO THE BONE
"Passing cloud" old wizened ones sighed.
Sun rays held hands,
Dancing through morning bird songs,

Some angels, held sway, in cloud puffs.
Jealous of the delight, of shards of light,
Kissing ocean ripples and window panes,
These sky babes,
Like spoilt children stamping feet
In playground squabbles,
Rained down upon noon time.

And, since it was The Dry Season,
Many an umbrella was left at home,
Resting weary Rainy Season ribs.
Many many pedestrians were soaked to the bones.
"Passing cloud" old wizened ones sighed.
SOAKED TO THE BONE © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
5 April 2015


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Take the Weather With You
Prompted by Paul John Dear; challenged: Pen me a weather related poem.

18 comments:

  1. Yes, that passing cloud can wet to the bone.

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  2. Thanks for dropping by Annell

    Much🌼love

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  3. Those old wizened one's knew something huh? Thanks for playing out in the rain Gillena.

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    1. Paul, thank you for dropping to read mine

      Much love...

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  4. I absolutely love those opening lines Gillena!💜🌷

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  5. I love the old wizened ones......actually, I AM an old wizened one! LOL.

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  6. LOL happy you dropped by Sherry

    Much love...

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  7. I, too, love the old wizened ones. And your describe the sudden shower wonderfully,,I could be there,,

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation LC

      Much🌼love

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  8. If you listen to the wizened ones you stay dry

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  9. When the humidity is high then "passing clouds" are not to be trusted. I liked your inclusion of the umbrellas and the rain play.
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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kerry

      Much🌼love

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    1. Ain't it so, thanks for dropping by Rosemary

      Much🌼love

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