Brain Clouds
By well-wisher
Wed, 27 Jun 2012
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Outside, I hear the loud percussion
of rain falling in rank and file;
splashing, clattering; grey clouds gushing
on terracotta pots and tiles.
Shooting shining silver quivers,
Mother Nature takes a shower
and all her milk's swiftly delivered
to silken mouths of suckling flowers.
Inside, sitting, sipping my tea,
I tap upon typewriter keys
as literature pitter-patters
out of my grey cloud of brain matter.
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Outside, I hear the loud
Outside, I hear the loud percussion
of rain falling in rank and file;...This is lovely.
I stumbled slightly on the last stanza, the rhythm seemed different. But I like the correlation between the weather and the writing experience.
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Indrani Ananda Very original
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Indrani Ananda
Very original and quite onomatopoeic, Well Wisher. Very noisy rain indeed!
Indrani.
Indrani Ananda
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