No one is perfect, let us be respectful.

The voice of reason is often said to be carried
by winds to distant shores to enlighten those
left too long in the shadow of ignorance.
But the truth is not so pleasant,
for what blows across tempestuous oceans
not only carries wisdom, but also
the weight of prideful dust sprinkled with conceit.
Being often plagued with misperception,
the hot air that rises to take up high moral ground,
can also find itself fall as easily as rain that gathers
from the shadows of its own darkened clouds.

a childhood memory

rain-bucket-water-rainy-season

hearing the drip drop
of rain, my rusty bucket
plays a final tune.

Defiantly you stand

Tree-And-Rain

once more rain arrives
and my day is drowned, O tree,
yet there you stand!

somethings don’t change

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days may come and go,
like rain and snow, but feet are
forever grounded

50 Words Stories: raining

Blowing outside my window is a world that lacks conviction. One moment offering clarity to shed my mind of bluster only to moments later mire me in the darkest of moods. The rain itself did not bother me, what aroused my ire was the sneaky way it swallowed my day.

a gloomy moment

outside my window
storms gather to share their grief
one drop at a time

blinded by tears

in search of bright stars
I see moonlight fade under
the drip drop of rain

a beautiful morning

with rain banished, my
heart rises once more to greet
the glorious sun

a moment of respite

as summer rages
every drop of rain arrives
as a precious pearl

empty promises

an alternative

another wet day
oh cherry bloom if only
you could rain all year

a sense of timing

as if summoned by
rain, umbrellas appear like
a field of mushrooms

a restless flow

what was once static
ground now ripples into life
with rain and more rain

a river of gloom

once more rain arrives-
how the sound of laughter is
drowned by umbrellas

singing in the rain

Seeing rain on rain
bored winter invites the wind
to sing this wet night

a bad hair day

seeing my growing
ambitions, rain conspires
to make me shorter

a mild moment

falling winter rain
makes a great impression on
the cold white carpet

J M Lysun

a silent approach

one winter morning
trying hard not to be heard
rain arrives as snow

J M Lysun

water world

a heavy rainfall-
running through the rain was like
swimming in the sea.

J M Lysun

count your blessings

soaked by autumn rain
winds come to remind you that
things can get much worse

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caught unprepared

without umbrella
how miserable it feels
standing in the rain

J M Lysun

a memory of spring

the colours of spring
are now only distant dreams
in the autumn rain

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an autumn of reflection

the autumn rainfall
confused by the sea of leaves
remains to reflect

J M Lysun

A rainbow

light accused by rain
of lacking any substance
shows its true colours

J M Lysun

Blessing from heaven

Tender are the joyful hearts that love to sing
Gentle is the bell that will with them ring
With all of softness, light and sound entwined
And heavens music bursting forth sublime
No wonder heavens gate for us does shine
And angel tears abundant with love you’ll find
Down below where the happy tears will go
The sun will make them with brightness grow
Watching the never ending solar stream of light
Your heart will warm at the wondrous sight
A colourful bridge arching to nowhere you will see
Bringing gentleness and beauty as it should be
Ever mindful of the kindly music from high above
You’ll witness the fluttering wings of angel doves
Peace to all with loud piercing voice they’ll sing
Their gentle presence will be felt with every ring.
Blessed by every drop that touches the ground
Beauty and abundance will rise with out a sound
Opening eyes to magnificent colours of every hue
Conceived from love dispersed and heavens dew
So enamoured and enchanted by what you see
Upwards towards heaven your heart will yearn to be

J M Lysun

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Tears from heaven

blessed is the spring
by catching tears from heaven
all life flourishes

J M Lysun

Stormy weather

Raging thunder comes
lightning is his companion
water his brother

Storm

From far away it calls to me.
Clouds brewing across the sea.
With rage at each stage it rumbles and with that sound,
water from the sky will tumble.

It is the ultimate rage that you cannot cage.

Lightning will flash and day will turn to night.
Fierce winds will blow and waves will grow.
In its wake, devastation it will surely sow.

In time its force will dissipate.
Its anger subside.

But to those who bear its brunt.
Alas, time comes too late and their fate is sealed.
With damage done, they can only pray their wounds will heal.

— J M Lysun —

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