Precipitation within sight
Rain, drizzle, mizzle
Soft weather, mucky weather
‘The Smoky Smirr o Rain’
Liquid sunshine
Slow words, gentle
But it was spitting this morning
Pitter patter, splash, splish, splodge, squelch
And it bucketed down last night
A torrent, raining cats and dogs
Not a light soaking rain
Squalling, hailing and sleeting
Flooding, flowing, swamping
A deluge chucking it down
Drowning
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He sleeps on while I awake
to hear rain on the roof
lie snug listening to a
long familiar sound
pattering, gathering strength
and force until
it pounds
and the roof resounds.
Gasping with sudden
shattering realisation
I grab for the breathers,
the suits,
scream for the children.
It does not rain
here on Mars.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
‘Rain’ was first published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line 42.2 http://sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline42.2.html
Mondays are Science and SF Mondays!
A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..
I am a rain drop.
Imagine raindrops
you see tears
but clouds do not cry.
Over England they excrete
ice crystals that melt
drop and tumble
balling, falling.
Surface tension
marries colliding drops
yet divorce is common.
Plummeting, flattening
rain discs hit the London pavement
lose their identity
in puddles and pools.
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The Shape of Rain was first published at https://fourthandsycamore.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/the-poetry-of-kim-whysall-hammond/
Mondays are Science and SF Mondays! A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..
The rain strikes at darkness
divorces it from the Moon
makes shining banners of the street
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It is raining on the common
The horizon all around
Glows with bright sunshine
While here the sky frowns
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It has rained again
And the soil exudes a scent
As a child, when the air was redolent with coffee
Then we knew it would rain
Away from the factories
I have found that oncoming rain smells of earth
Pre-petrichor perhaps
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Refreshingly grey day
Cars softly swish past
Light staccato rain
Washing the world clean
Bejewelling my windows
Where muted light
Shines in stopped droplets
Gently loosing blossoms
And wiping them away
Rinsing down new leaves
Dripping from bent over grasses
Soaking the seed bed
Sparking spring growth
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Delicious dampness, fresh scented grey,
Washing the stuffy warm weather away
My soul is a sponge, expanding when wet,
And sunshine’s a word I’d rather forget,
I like the newness of autumn (but its only July!)
The soggy clean clouds that fill up the sky
Change is the thing, after two weeks the same,
Filled with humid hot weather –Thank God for rain!
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It is raining today and more is forecast. This year we have had many weeks of very hot humid weather. We English are not built for that……
Submitted to the Dverse Open Link Night.
Pittering silently into the sand
the beach drinks deeply
elsewhere
rain gives itself to the sea
subsumed
vanished
yet rising again
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Here on the moor
Rain closes you down
Takes away the horizon
Soaks and settles
Creates hazards
Can flood and kill
Rain lashes at the face
Stinging like needles
Sends cold tendrils down the neck
Seeps into all things
Deepens bogs and fords
Hides the path from view
A rainy day on the moor
Be it drizzle or a squall
Leaves you slipping and tumbling
Heading for shelter
Dripping at the pub or tearoom door
Grateful for the warm and dry
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