Rainstorm

Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.

I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing

Cardinal whistles
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
pellet-like missiles
of water soaking

clothes cling
as a river traces
contours of face
body melting
into flow

and through it all
cardinal sings
a laughing melody.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

14 thoughts on “Rainstorm”

  1. You are a poet and artist non pareil, dear VJ. Love all your word choices which make me feel the experience vicariously–and really love the ending of a cardinal laughing, how rude! 🙂 🙂

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    1. I feel like we are old friends gushing to catch up with one another. Thank you for all your kind compliments. Those laughing birds keep us humble, don’t you think?

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  4. Gorgeous image, VJ. And I love the cardinal’s persistence through weather ups & downs.

    Back in the ’80s I lived in South Florida – rain a regular inconvenience – but one weekend at a sports-car race with my then-husband (he raced) we were surprised by a sudden downpour as we readied to depart … I remember wishing I’d worn a bra, but thinking oh well, here’s my “wet t-shirt debut” – instead of running for cover, I strolled on out smiling at anyone looking (most were ducking their heads and running for cover).

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