There is a wildness to the rain;
just like there is to the human spirit.
Can you feel it?
Somnolent, the dry earth is awakened, tendrils of feeling
reaching deeper and deeper,
relentless in their tenacity and with little intention of stopping—
in hindsight the moment was significant,
a prognosis of sorts;
a rush of thoughts liberated with a cry of exclamation,
a flurry of stolen kisses— I linger for you
unshakeable in my belief,
like a leaf is when swirling, slowly, steadily and inevitably in the wind.
I have read you carefully,
sipped the heady wine of viridian irises,
it’s uncanny
there seems to be no explanation for this exquisite attraction,
my lips formed to rebel,
to break through the bonds of convention— the rain, in all its glory,
has sunk into my roots; I feel no regret.
Photo credits: Pinterest
A Skylover Wordlist: Somnolent, uncanny, rebel, prognosis 💝
Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United
31 Responses
Ahhh! Your poetry always blows me away with its beauty. I love the way this moves from wildness through liberation and unshakeable belief, to lack of regret.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Appropriate for this monsoon season!! Wildness of season and spirit…
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I really like hearing you recite you own poems Sanaa; they are a delight.
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The poet has been drenched with rain, the rain of love!
Hahaha guilty as charged! 😀
I’ve sometimes felt that there was a very sensual quality to the rain. I don’t know if it’s because it keeps us inside to make our own amusements with the one we love, or if it’s just because rain has a way of crawling underneath one’s clothes. I like what you’ve done with the idea of rain in this love poem.
Thank you so much, Rommy 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
i feel the same about the rain, rain that is not a thunderstorm but just a summer kind of thing.
there is nothing to regret about it. it’s just so calming and exquisite.
great write from you Sanaa. thanks.
Thank you so much, Humblekind Poet 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
I really like the idea of “a flurry of stolen kisses” and what the act might imply. It makes me think that the first kiss might’ve been stolen, but the rest… well, maybe not so much (and that can be a good thing).
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful beautiful words. Flows like wine.
❤️❤️❤️
Evocative as ever, Sanaa! I can feel the fresh droplets rolling off my skin! Well done!
Thank you so much, Frank 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
A climax of nature with a red umbrella!
😉
I love the layers of this poem. Beautiful.
Thank you so much, Ayala 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
I’ve always cherished a rainy day. Your words certainly resonated with me!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Aah, this is exquisite! “The heady wine of viridian irises” is my favorite line.
Thank you so much, Jenna 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Your words are collection of raindrops that form rivulets to flow together across the ranges of emotion until they reach their destination.
Ah, the rain…
Thank you so much, Joel 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Sigh, so beautifully written. You capture me with your very first line.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Another gorgeous write… as eloquent as always🤗