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I crave storms that make the earth shake, and have so much energy it's beyond oppressive. When you can stand outside, and smell ozone in the wind long before the rain comes. The hour before filled with the cacophony of crickets and frogs screaming for water, before the earth is veiled in a mist, then a spray, finally turning into a flooding downpour.
I want that 24/7, I'll swim to work if I have to, but that's all I want.
Water is a powerful force that can sweep everything away.
Clouds make us forget, and the play of drops on the surface of their gathering does the same.
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Give me your hand
The dog in the garden row is covered in mud
And dragging your mother's clothes
Cinder and smoke
The snake in the basement
Found the juniper shade
The farmhouse is burning down
Give me your hand
And take what you will tonight
I'll give it as fast
And high as the flame will rise
Cinder and smoke
Some whispers around the trees
The juniper bends
As if you were listening
Give me your hand
Your mother is drunk
As all the firemen shake
A photo from father's arms
Cinder and smoke
You asked me to pray for rain
With ash in your mouth
You'll ask it to burn again
-Cinder and Smoke by Iron & Wine
Rain
The sound,
The smell,
Intoxicating.
Your eyes,
Your lies,
So are they.
The rain
and you
so similar,
aren't they?
Is that the reason,
when I feel the water
I see a glimpse of your face?
The flowers bloom,
spreading their petals,
they remind me of you and the previous night.
Just like the rain,
I feel a sense of affection
and comfort at the bit of moment.
However,
when the lights go off,
the consequences make me weep in pain.
Just like the rain,
Why do you become a need
and a disastrous cause to me?
When it perishes,
resides a rainbow
in the sky as a
sign of accomplishment.
But then why,
just like the rain,
I long for you
when I look at it beaming
in the morning sky?
Illusion
Many came and went,
found solace in the flowers
that reminded them of
of your scent.
Brought chocolates
and flowers
feeling that your nature resembles 'em.
Wrote you notes and letters
with the expectation
of yours in return,
marked by your red stain.
However,
My dear,
I felt you in the pouring rain,
I saw you in the dawn
and cupped your face,
just a slight touch,
in the dusk.
I sense you in the morning sky,
and feel you
under the starry night.
Perhaps, its me or just a delusion
if so, my dear,
let me be tangled in these threads of illusion.
The rain reminds me of you. And I can't do much but pray for you.
~ mashriqiyyah
Like tears in the rain
A repost of some magnet poem I made a while back, storms are top tier weather, especially for writing.
