Red ruffles like square Dancers' skirts and petticoats,Green leaves like ribbons in flying hair,Buds like red rubies at lady's throats.Garden path is a promenade.

Like a tiny world all its ownA sunflower stands along the roadsideIts center brown and crusty like the soilSprouting minuscule palm trees Tiny cactus topped with yellow flowersIts sunlit petals like the sun's own rays.

A thunderstorm rumbles across the landRain, blessed rain, begins First a drip, then a patter, than a drum-rollNext a crash of cymbals, Then a boom of a bass drum,A splash, a crash, a pouring,Streaming, splattering, running, gushingcacophony of rhythm, A crescendo of percussionA kettle drum's poom, poom, poom!Then a steady downpourRain and rain, drizzle, now dripDropDripDrop...dripClouds move.Wind blows.Sun comes... Continue Reading →