No 2 – ‘The Rain’ Series
I move to the music,
And its hypnotic refrain,
As I dance in the moonlight,
To the sound of the rain,
Where the rat a tat tat,
Of the drizzling score,
Is a melody and motion,
Of much more than amour,
And the tic and the toc,
Of the time as it passes,
Is a sweet taste of healing,
Like syrup and molasses,
For I’m free in the rainfall,
To dance on my own,
Free from the shackles,
And the drought in my soul.
helen midgley 
I love tent and I love the sound of rain I must scrapbook this xx
Thanks 🙂 I’m trying to write a small series, yesterday was sleeping in the rain, today dancing, tomorrow – not sure yet as I haven’t found another rain picture I like yet 😉
Oh don’t go by the picture go by what’s in your heart and paint the picture with your words as you always do hehe x
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The alliteration in the middle was delicious, darling. I’m liking this series so far!
Thank you. I’ve had a couple of comments about publishing some poetry so thought I’d look at some sort of structure or series, may come to nothing but I’m enjoying the fiddling. And who doesn’t love a bit of fiddling 😉
You should definitely put together an anthology. If I can help in any way, just ask.
Oh wow!
The sounds of the words (alliteration) in your poem made me want to dance. 🙂