By: Linda M Crate in the rain of tomorrows i won’t wait again for you—i will already know how this story ends—dying and regrowing is the most painful experience i’ve endured, and i do not seek to repeat it; so…
By: Hyeonjin Yang I’m walking barefoot through the rain. Overflowing, creating a river of seconds I’m building a dam called memories. Opening arms like Father Sky, hoping I catch them all Blazing comets fall to the earth, each emanating distant recollections…
By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve…
By: SA Libby The rain has been falling for days. So long his weary eyes can’t remember exactly where the roads lay under all those feet of muddy water. Planks of wood and shingles surf along the surface. Clothes and…
By: Reese Scott when its dark after turning on all the lights on opening up all the blinds and there is no rain snow or clouds just black and movies loose their pictures music loose their sound and books have…
By: Debleena Majumdar I went searching for inspiration, Empty bowl in hand; Boss dumped a project, Friend cribbed a bucket, I ran to empty the bowl, Now full of dirt, wet, sand. I went looking for inspiration, Something to touch the…
By: Shloka Shankar Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded through Puddles and lost myself in Childhood’s delight;…
By: Bamgbose Gabriel The trees dance As the heavy wind whistles Like an umpire in the green field Opening the long-awaited march It’s about to rain The hackles of the firmament Has risen, risen and ready To vent their anger…