April showers bring May flowers

Tip tap tippity drip drop
Tinny splattering on the car top
Flattened discs merging into one another
Erased by squeaking wipers as my father
Splashes through sneaky pothole puddles
Landing where earth and sidewalk muddle
Soaked, budding florets dance and sway
While we try to stay dry on a rainy day

Creation of the day for NaPoWriMo day 28.

A High of Twenty-Two (NaPoWriMo #18)

What I felt like as I stepped out into unexpectedly gorgeous spring weather.

Today

was a thunderstorm with a high of twenty-two.
Stretching in a studio anticipating
the song of raindrops to slide down glass walls.

They were right about the high of twenty-two,
But yellow light streamed inside instead,
Too bright we reluctantly put down the blinds.

In a building you can’t feel a high of twenty-two,
A little walk to the store to buy pairs of pointe shoes
For rehearsals that stretch further than sunshine.

At day’s end hoped it’d still be a dry, high of twenty-two,
Sigh of relief stepping out into fresh air
Body had been programmed to seize up for winter’s chill.

Skin finally sees the sun again, in a high of twenty-two,
Cool breezes aerate fibres of clothing
While the clouds are patiently waiting.

Thank you Mr. Weatherman for reporting the good news,
But it’s nature who let us have a  a high of twenty-two

Today.

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Spring weather makes me so excited for summer and spending time outside. April showers bring May flowers, so pour on, rains of Toronto, because I can’t wait to see green on the trees like the grass. It looks like we’ll be rotating around our seasonal wardrobes very soon…

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

Rainy Driving at the End of the Day: Ottava Rima (NaPoWriMo #8)

Painting by René Wiley – Reflections in The Alley, 2012

Raindrops splatter on the windshield, sky’s tears
Speeding wheels on wet pavement, heard through glass
The yawning of the sun means cold still nears
Winter clings to twilight, makes its reign last
A small storm assembles, until it clears,
We watch its feat, waiting for it to pass
Step out the car to a warm sunshine feel
Or misty air wafting a home cooked meal

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“You can’t always get what you want. but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.” -Mick Jagger

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Let me just say, I love thunderstorms. And lightning. Even in the gloomiest of days, if you look hard enough, there are little sparks, however fleeting, that can make you smile.

Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead

Minty rain

I step in melted snow as a mist hovers around the streetlight like moth spirits, and I breathe in dissolved raindrops infused with refreshing fruitiness, the minty scents awakening the damp night, scattered by the bubblegum factory from a few blocks down.

“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.”
-Author anonymous