The sky awakes, a tearful gaze,
A veil of grey in hazy daze.
A hush descends, the world holds breath,
As raindrops whisper, soft as death.
Then, drumming loud, a sudden beat,
A symphony on rooftop sheet.
The window panes, a blurry sheen,
As raindrops race, a rushing scene.
The thirsty earth, a grateful sigh,
Drinks deep the tears from up on high.
The barren trees, now cloaked in green,
A vibrant dance, a joyous scene.
A gentle pitter-patter slow,
On thirsty leaves, a gentle flow.
The world refreshed, a vibrant hue,
Washed clean and new, beneath the dew.
The storm subsides, a parting sigh,
A rainbow gleams, across the sky.
The world reborn, with glistening face,
Embraced by rain, a sweet embrace.
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The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
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Wow, this is a beautiful poem. I could hear the quiet patter of rain and then the noisier sound- very brilliant descriptions.
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Love how you used weather so brilliantly to paint a picture.