Melody drownedTap tap of water bonga.Clouds dwindle and go.
Love that fat raindrop falling..golden freeze
ahhh that summer rain, the last drop before it stops.
Love that one fat raindrop! I almost went with cicada this week, one of sounds of summer, the heat bug!
The cicadas' musical prelude to rain...Nature talks to itself and responds to itself constantly.
I forgot about them. Up here in Maine, we don't hear them like in Oklahoma where I grew up. The air buzzed in summer, there.I am getting "summer-sick" from all these wonderful poems.
'. \|/ Went with the cicada kigo trope - Thanks for all your comments and poetry -Sandy's nature talking to itself idea, Nathalie's water drums. Can almost taste the dust as that first fat warm raindrop smacks into the hard red dirt.
..so lovely ur poem_(as also the response by spacedlaw above!)..many thanks..
This is high summer: the heat! And fat raindrops - the very best kind!
beautiful summer imagery that delight the senses...makes me want to nap in a hammock~!
the last line is the best.
dang, girl 'you write good'!loved this--and could smell, see, hear...rain falling on the shell of the cicada, as an answer to the question...Thanks!!
Perfectly summer-full!
Excellent! Precise and to the point - I love it.
This gave me feelings of a summer`s day as well as a song from nature.
Oh, my! Nothing says summer more than "cicada!"
That's certainly a description of my summer of youth. Great take on the prompt.
beautiful.. i patiently await that last fat raindrop...
Thanks for your comments!
Melody drowned
ReplyDeleteTap tap of water bonga.
Clouds dwindle and go.
Love that fat raindrop falling..
ReplyDeletegolden freeze
ahhh that summer rain, the last drop before it stops.
ReplyDeleteLove that one fat raindrop! I almost went with cicada this week, one of sounds of summer, the heat bug!
ReplyDeleteThe cicadas' musical prelude to rain...Nature talks to itself and responds to itself constantly.
ReplyDeleteI forgot about them. Up here in Maine, we don't hear them like in Oklahoma where I grew up. The air buzzed in summer, there.
ReplyDeleteI am getting "summer-sick" from all these wonderful poems.
'. \|/ Went with the cicada kigo trope - Thanks for all your comments and poetry -Sandy's nature talking to itself idea, Nathalie's water drums. Can almost taste the dust as that first fat warm raindrop smacks into the hard red dirt.
ReplyDelete..so lovely ur poem_
ReplyDelete(as also the response by spacedlaw
above!)
..many thanks..
This is high summer: the heat! And fat raindrops - the very best kind!
ReplyDeletebeautiful summer imagery that delight the senses...makes me want to nap in a hammock~!
ReplyDeletethe last line is the best.
ReplyDeletedang, girl 'you write good'!
ReplyDeleteloved this--and could smell, see, hear...
rain falling on the shell of the cicada, as an answer to the question...
Thanks!!
Perfectly summer-full!
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Precise and to the point - I love it.
ReplyDeleteThis gave me feelings of a summer`s day as well as a song from nature.
ReplyDeleteOh, my!
ReplyDeleteNothing says summer more than "cicada!"
That's certainly a description of my summer of youth. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.. i patiently await that last fat raindrop...
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