Day 7 – Write a Short Story or Poem about Rain

note: this is part of #bloganuary where each day in the month of January, there is a prompt that we can write on.

Well this will be fun. As I have seen a few others comment, I am also not a poet. I do not really like poetry, I do not understand it. However, improving my craft means taking the risk to explore the uncomfortable. Even if it is awful and just for fun. This is based on a trip Dawn and I took last month to a rural cabin. The photo above is from that day.

Here we go……

A Rain Storms Beautiful Gifts

The heavy rains came down on vacation day three.

Alternate plans for my wife and me.

A rainy day meant just staying put.

Enjoying each others company,

inside, some games, and a book.

Grateful for what would be revealed the next day,

as we traversed muddy paths under skies still grey.

Creeks filled with new drops, ebbing so strong,

I stand silent and listen to their babbling song.

Waterfalls alive, forty feet tall,

We stand at their base, amazed by it all.

Aside from the falls, there is nary a sound.

Just the beautiful remnants of rains that came down.

I gaze at the creeks and enjoy their gentle hum.

In wonder and I ask, where did you come from?

We stop and we look, for one final time.

Taking it all in, her hand in mine.

May y’all be happy, healthy, and safe

t.t.