Everywhere

Sometimes… I wish I was Rain enveloping the whole world bathing, splashing spray every which way on, over, under, everything My refreshing shower nurturing the earth alive, drenching the filth, endlessly amused at… Continue reading →

Step beyond Sun

Tiring stroll in rain opens mind to the other side of the Creative.    Paula Antonello Moore, Prose poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, June 27, 2017. Image: Rain flows by P.A. Moore.

Waiting Abundance

bubbling splash upon the ground waited abundance frown lazy breath in splashy mist hunkering in and down. feather kiss of dancing rain thunder blast it shakes marking a moment blue cape on spirits… Continue reading →

Not Waterproof

I want to be out in the Rain. It pitters and patters beyond me but I am not waterproof, at least not today. And so my longing to breathe in its freshness will… Continue reading →

The Rain is gain

The rain, not pain, for me it’s gain though wet, no fret resides in tête, it stirs, mind whirs and nothing blurs so near thoughts clear, the droplets dear for each, they breach… Continue reading →

A Sigh with the Clouds

I want it to Rain! Don’t want to complain But we need it so Dear water please flow. I’m not talking flood But more than a dud, Not hurricane might But stronger than… Continue reading →

In the Dark

Mary sat in the dark. The torrential rain pounding the living room windows made her uneasy. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought something was trying to smash its way… Continue reading →

Unspoken Speaking

As i looked up, wow, there she was misty ethereal blue a splash of red above her head in motion of purpose too The rain it splattered everywhere a golden dance carefree but… Continue reading →