Poetry Part Three

Okay, okay, I need to admit this week’s poem was a little harder to create. My mind has been busy with many things. It’s hard, sometimes, to settle the mind down to write. As I sat here for a few minutes trying to decide what the blog would be this week, I thought about one of the many stories I have started. The story itself was born from one those “look at this picture and create a story” things. While what you read in the poem below is not the story I’m writing, it’s based off the same picture.

Standing in the Rain

K Wendt

The midday darkens

A breeze plays with my hair

The sound in the clouds beckons

Rain dampens the air

Plop! Plop! Plop!

It sings

As it drops

I’m listening

There’s a message there

Within the rain