Rain Cycle

[Taika of Narfell]

Right, ever since my Snow Cycle came out as well as it did, I've been threatening to do poetry cycles on other weather phenomena. So here's the first instalment of the Rain Cycle - two more will follow when they're finished. About 8 hours of work divided between three sittings has gone into this one poem. I seldom write free verse as I dislike the lack of order and neatness I have when writing with rhyme and rhythm-scheme. But I'm still reasonably happy with how this turned out. Tell me what you think.

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Morning Showers

The planks of the veranda
glisten with morning dew.
Dawn's light diffused
by misty grey clouds.
Soft droplets shimmer
across arid panes
like peaceful whispers
of serene beginnings.
The pitter-patter on the roof,
almost hypnotic in nature,
induces a trance-like calm.
Quiet yet persistent
time flows slowly with the rain.
Brief morning showers last forever.


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Right, second instalment coming up. I've only spent about 2-3 hours on it so far, so it's far from finished and I am far form happy with it. But I figured you may as well see the WiP. I don't think I've achieved the meditative feel I'd like to, so I'll continue working on this. It still needs a major overhaul. The number of lines is set to 14. Same number as the first poem. Please comment and advise what works and what doesn't.

Now a couple of more hours have gone into it, bringing it to 5-6 hours total.

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Afternoon Flows

Sodden twigs sail past
on small trickling rivers.
The constant drizzle forms pools
on water-darkened dirt.
Humid scents waft and waver
among swimming foliage;
the smell of life.
Flowering amidst puddles
nature's rebirth glows
with vitality and strength.
Softly soaked soil
Brimming with moist life;
flora and fauna rejoices,
cascades of energy bloom.

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And now the promised third and final part of this cycle. Written during a few sleepless nights over Christmas at my folks' with a doggy curled up next to me, I spent probably 3 hours on it each of those two nights. I think this is the finalised version, but feel free to critique.

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Midnight Cascades

Wild water whistles with
frantic gusts of wind.
Hard droplets feel
like liquid ice.
Howling cats and dogs
on every surface
playing violent catch.
Vision blurred by
horizontal lines in dark air,
where phantasms weave
watery draperies.
Billowing curtains allow
glimpses of a darkness undisturbed
by midnight cascades.

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That concludes the Rain Cycle. Please read and review.