My soul loves the rain:
It seems dreamy and poetic.
Fog rolling in after love departs
Is such a perfect metaphor
To describe a dismal day
And a lonely, broken heart.
But my head dreads the storms,
Which trigger loads of pain–
Not of the romantic variety,
But actual pounding migraines.
Blustery winds stir up debris,
And dust swirls through the air;
I want to celebrate thunder
But feel nothing but despair.
Yet, when pressure subsides,
And the world sparkles clean,
I adore rain once more…
My equilibrium restored.
~*~
Great use of all those prompts Paula … well done!
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Beautiful poetry, Paula.
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Thanks β€οΈ
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YW
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Good use of all the prompts.
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Beautiful! Rain can be such a mix of depressing and cleansing.
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Beautiful!β€οΈ
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This is brilliantly written! Beautiful!β€οΈ
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