Cloudburst

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    He told me to write about rain... And so I did.

    Cloudburst

    I watch in his eyes,
    a rainstorm
    fall over fields of hay.

    The plants grow heavy in this

    cloudburst.
    The horses pay no attention to this
    sudden change of conditions.
    A luscious smell of dew and grass
    rises above all this.
    And I watch it come to be
    through a cracked mirror.
    A yellow school bus drifts on top
    of ash puddles in the road.
    As the breath of many children fog the windows.
    I press my lips to the surface

    to taste the rain

    that now resides in small droplets.

    Gathering my reflection.

     

    By: Brandi Deacon

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    JudeDruid commented on Cloudburst

    04-08-2010

    i reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaally like this bull! it's awesome! ~Jude

    BringMeBullets

    04/08/2010

    Aww... Thanks Jude. :)

    dahlusion commented on Cloudburst

    03-31-2010

    "A yellow school bus drifts on top of ash puddles in the road. As the breath of many children fog the windows. I press my lips to the surface to taste the rain" — this is nothing short of poetic brilliance. You are a poetic goddess walking amongst your peers. I am in awe.

    BringMeBullets

    04/01/2010

    Aww... Thank you, Dah.

    MindNumbing commented on Cloudburst

    03-29-2010

    I am continually amazed by your wordplay, Brandi. You are the future of this craft.

    BringMeBullets

    03/30/2010

    Aww... Thank you!

    Dano commented on Cloudburst

    03-29-2010

    yet again another very strong piece from you... write on...

    BringMeBullets

    03/30/2010

    Thank you! :)

    Musicmynded1 commented on Cloudburst

    03-29-2010

    WoW Brandi,, another Bad-Ass poem here.... Write/right on!

    BringMeBullets

    03/30/2010

    Ha ha. Thank you!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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