sweet smell of hibiscus tickles the nose
dark green leaves softly sway in the air
moist earth cools the feet
I watch the gentle night slowly unfolding
taking the light away from the surroundings
I absorb it, my irises growing wide
wondering at the sheer beauty of it all
when sudden rains pelt on my head, jolting me
I find their intrusion downright outrageous
Man, I got pelted by rain like this just this afternoon. I totally know how outrageous its intrusion can be.
ReplyDeleteNothing is worse than intrusion. Even of the variety you mention.
ReplyDeleteRain is a way of life for us in the UK. A constant intrusion! Nice piece once again
ReplyDeleteYour words made me feel what you felt was an intrusion as refreshing your post is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHeh! Don't you hate when nature intrudes on your nature watching? Nice use of the senses in this poem. :)
ReplyDeleteYOU........... do not like it when it rains????
ReplyDeleteShame on ya!
oh, i can relate... we have had more than a fair share of showers lately... but april is a fickle month here...
ReplyDeletejust love the pelting of the rain drops :)..so may be I would love the intrusion as well :)
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't so much the rain, but the intrusion of the moment, huh? Lovely!
ReplyDeleteTalk about you wake-up calls.
ReplyDeleteIt's about control. Grin. Neat post - enjoyed it a great deal!
ReplyDeleteI was enjoying your beautiful imagery when I was jolted by the rain. :)
ReplyDeleteI love rain but I agree, on a beautiful sunny day it can feel like an intruder.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive and well written.
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