Raindrops dance in the air
"Look how the raindrops dance in the air," he says. The raindrops are
arrested in their momentum. The wind blows just so, tilting into the
rain so that instead of falling, the raindrops — just as he says —
dance.
It's a beautiful image and a striking way of expressing the observation of said image. I want more of his poetry and tell him he should write the line down and write a poem. He tells me he makes poetry every day. I say, "I want to read it!" He says, "You have to hear it instead. I don't write any of it down."
He told me the line was for me, but I am writing it down for him. You never know, he might want it some day: "Raindrops dance in the air."
Your Poem
Annette Marie Hyder
Cloud cover, rain and thunder
make me snuggle under
the blankets deeper.
Your words are thick like rainclouds
and make me thirst for storms.
I want to wind myself in them
be wrapped up in their cocoon
and I'm not coming out
until the poem is over.
It's a beautiful image and a striking way of expressing the observation of said image. I want more of his poetry and tell him he should write the line down and write a poem. He tells me he makes poetry every day. I say, "I want to read it!" He says, "You have to hear it instead. I don't write any of it down."
He told me the line was for me, but I am writing it down for him. You never know, he might want it some day: "Raindrops dance in the air."
Your Poem
Annette Marie Hyder
Cloud cover, rain and thunder
make me snuggle under
the blankets deeper.
Your words are thick like rainclouds
and make me thirst for storms.
I want to wind myself in them
be wrapped up in their cocoon
and I'm not coming out
until the poem is over.
Posted by Annette Marie Hyder at 6/22/2011 6:08 PM 
Categories: Writing and Poetry
Tags: raindrops poetry
Categories: Writing and Poetry
Tags: raindrops poetry
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