Lowering storm clouds,
the grey rain intensifies.
Everyone rushes to
stand under the canopy
& listen while drainpipes rattle.
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Attempted tanka for napowrimo today. This weekend, I’ll just be doing micro-poems at a gnarled oak. They cross post at Identi.ca and Twitter for anyone who is into those things.
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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Great imagery. Reminds me of a big summer storm.
Thanks, Heather. That is kind of how our summer storms go.
Color me weird, but drainpipes rattling with storm-water is a marvelous sound. Throw in some rumbling thunder and you’ve got a wonderful summer musical
Storm sounds are great, aren’t they? We didn’t get thunder the other day, but the drain pipes played a good solo 🙂
as soon as I saw the title I thought — yeah, I should probably get cleaned up and dressed now. 😀
I like the drainpipe; adds a memorable twist to a rain poem.