Brisbane in the Rain … by Dan
On her writing blog Reena Saxena has provided the word “rain” as her weekly writing prompt. I live in Australia, and I’ve recently returned from a trip to Brisbane and Melbourne. I’ve written a haiku based on the impressions of a beautiful afternoon on July 4 when it rained in Brisbane. The photograph was taken from the front steps of the Queensland Art Gallery.
High-rises so bland
Become beautiful when seen
Through the mist and rain.
A rainy day ………. by Carol Anne
Raindrops fall gently,
Pitter-patter on the roof,
Nature’s melody,
Nature’s tears from up above,
Life renewed, earth refreshed.
Written in response to Reenas xploration prompt, where our challenge is to use rain in our piece.
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #289 – Reena Saxena (wordpress.com)
Rain ..by Anita
Use the word rain in any form to share your thoughts.
Alternatively, here is a picture which is experimental on Unsplash.
I stand alone
dying from thirst
No rain
While parts of our world are in the wet season and have too much rain, some areas are desperately needing rain, real and spiritual.
Whether it be actual rain you need or spiritual rain you need, kindness during that season always brings a light of hope. May kindness rain down on you quenching the thirst from hard times.
Pluviophile ….by Reena Saxena
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Slumber &
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #289 – Rain
gentle lullaby
rain tapping rhythmically
a soothing slumber
I let go of my umbrella …. By Sadje
Use ‘Rain’in your piece in any form.
Alternatively, I found a picture which is experimental on Unsplash.
You may choose one or both as your muse this week.
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It’s raining
Every day
And it drenches my self
Water from the sky falling
Like blessings from the Almighty
It soaks through my clothes to my soul
It adds the moisture of kindness to my dry soil
The petrichor of my sodden being awakens
The sleeping humanity in my spirit to full alert
There is an aroma so delightful that my heart sings
From the beautiful combination of all things pleasing
I let go of my umbrella to soak the blessings from heaven, even more
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In response to; RXC; #289, hosted by Reena
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When the rain comes…..by Jim Adams
Noah had an older sister named Mahlah who was a beautiful woman, she was so stunning that a fallen angel named Molloch desired her when he saw her splendor. Molloch dropped down from the sky and swooned around Mahlah when he saw her dancing. Molloch sang a magic song, as he danced above Mahlah in the air to seduce her. Molloch fell upon Mahlah and entered her and she conceived a giant. As Mahlah reached the advanced stages of her pregnancy her womb stretched painfully, because she was carrying a Nephilim, a half-angelic and a half-human hybrid. The midwives ran when they saw that her skin was pulled so tight around her tiny mortal womb. Mahlah was all alone when she gave birth to Og and she died as Og came out.
Og was born in the same year that Noah started building the Ark. Og was four feet tall…
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