Autumn in summer:
Fallen leaves
yellow and shiny
like golden coins
of King Sun to us
mere

Very thought to let my writings flow fluently as you,
makes me to unconsiously toddle,
within the

Nostalgia on this rainy day
Accessory to forced smiles, the fans where
essences smudged in

...rain falls on windscreens
rivulets run to rivers
And each drop a choice
a choice that offers

I hear rain and wind,
Whining and crying its sad Autumn song.
Splattering, hissing, striking the

I love the jazz of rain - dad do you see me dig it? No polo neck, no clarinet but I’m moving in your

The road
is shiny
and slippery.
It's a rainy day.

The sky frowns
and sheds its tears
in

A goddess is weeping
Up there somewhere...
With gentle, contained, tiny tears.
No sadness, from

Hiss on stone,
Pelting, full of spit,
Deafening in its roar of sweet crescendo.
The night begins

Not a bite to eat. Mould at the bottom of the bird feeder.
I don't half miss my love who succumbed

You shake the raindrops from your hair,
liquid diamonds adorn your skin.
You toss your umbrella to

Rain came down that night. Hard as the floor that hit me
Shelter by the cross, wish for

Clouds spread their angelic wings
Across the solemn grey,
With the quiet songs the Winter rain

Quiet, still as the calm, written in stone
Quaint still, many call their homes, some live there

Under the grey
and tearful skies
he walks the roads

coming home
with rain-stained cheeks
and

Sometimes the sun don’t shine
Sometimes the sea isn’t calm
Other times she’s on your mind
And

hedge afire
with a thousand blossoms
summer's last rain

Pitter patter
The sound of rain
Cleansing...restoring
Feel no pain
Another chance to start

I watch the softly weeping clouds
and in my mind there are no doubts
that nothing really can

A generation of dreams and schemes on this flight
Greeted by thunder and rain as we alight
Inside

She was a girl slightly taller than myself. Brunette hair stroking her back and scolding blue

Tonight I came with worry
in my eyes and life’s toll
in my tired embrace. I came
preoccupied,

First raindrops: soft and soothing
The smell of earth, best fragrance
there is... Almost feel the

It was raining this morning,
Pesky little drops were everywhere
I somehow maneuvered my

Bruised and moody clouds,
hang low as a baritone,
huge raindrops hammer
to earth, falling

A hot summer day
not a single leaf moves.
Even the shade is hot.
Can't breathe, air is hot!
All

Rain falls, washing away my tears...
Rain falls, briefly calming my fears...
Rolling thunder in

For some, but not for me!
Green looks now greener;
plants growing heat free
in giant proportions

Cloudy, dark, followed by rain
A day you simply wish to forget
Maybe with a glass of champagne

Lightning and thunderstorm,
always enjoyed wild weather.
Pouring rain may transform
garden to a

The rain waves are hitting my windows
dripping down like pearls or teardrops
gleaming in the sun

Weather, our lives
just the way I love!
Peace & quiet flown;
storm rules now...

Walking in

Smelling , listening nature
White clouds passing by chasing
rain-laden dark ones...
Ground

The golden leaf and the green leaf 1-17-12
Which came first?
The golden leaf,
Or the green

Lento
I try to lose my self
in abandoned words
this day when the hours
pass so

storm's fury threatens
bright flashes
upon blacks
sunlight pierces
the gloom sending
streams

Small little drops
Fall from the sky
Salty, pure
Tears from the tree of life

Small little

Wings wet, heavy,
flatter, can't fly
in dark, deep abyss
with desire to vanish
no teardrops, no

Let the rain soak you to the bone
Let the raindrops cover your tears
Hold on to your stories

EALING

The rain came down
that hot summer night
in Ealing. After the tension,
the battle, the

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver
As I boarded the bus
At Temple

He escrito un poema de
Tu belleza brillante.
Tus colores.
Tu cielo profundo.
Pero hoy me doy

Then the storm comes
torrents rushing down roofs
through spouts
Throaty thunder
more bolts

An exciting symphony of raindrops on my roof
Birds forgot to sing in quetitude
It was hot, desert

Rhythm of raindrops slow to rapid
Appreciated by me,plants and birds
Incredible relief,

Shall we walk hand in hand down the deathly deserted streets of a union crumbling under the weight

Early hours of morn
raindrops scatter in the wind
blend with warm teardrops
in darkness; not a

If the thunders disturb your night rest
If you are frightened by the lightnings
If every drop of