Summer Rainless Song

I like the way the syllable count forces language, creates opportunity for new thinking. Today’s prompt from Ethical ELA asked writers to come up with a line of a poem and continue with poem using the same number of syllables in each line. As I walked the beach this morning, I kept thinking about the monsoonal moisture promised by the weather forecasters–and the fact that I know it won’t result in the rain we need so much. I found myself obsessed with rain as I walked, counting syllables in my head. Here’s the resulting draft and the beautiful sky last night that fueled today’s obsessive thinking.

Summer Rainless Song

A pitty pat pat

the sound I don’t hear

except in my dreams

water all around

but not on the ground

Monsoonal moisture

parched earth, cloud-filled skies

precipitation

promised rainfall – gone!

no pitty pat pat

Tinderbox of fear

drought-dried brush, fire fuel

inferno rages

in my brain, waiting

wishing for the sound

And the smell of rain

pitter patter pat

living in dryness

monsoonal moisture

waiting for rain

@kd0602

3 thoughts on “Summer Rainless Song

  1. margaretsmn

    Your poem has a rhythm that matches the repetition of pitter pitter pat. Rain is rarely in short supply in our area of the world but when the summer gets hotter than Hades, we wish for rain. I pray you get yours soon.

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  2. dogtrax

    Something always about rain that makes for poetry .. the waiting for it, the walking in it, the wishing it might end, the rhythm of it .. it’s a powerful sense of wonder ..
    Kevin

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