Gentle Rains

I think you just bested yourself. This one is definitely at the top of your writes. Very captivating opening stanza - really pulls you in. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "If you've ever emptied the back of your pickup truck by driving backward really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck" - Jeff Foxworthy Bill Engvall: "that's how we moved"

Hi Barbara.... Your writing is going from strengh to strengh, I really liked/loved this accountment, Jess sums it up quite well, this must be one for the top drawer, All i can say is great.loved it... Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~

erase that comma after "fresh." It disturbs/temporarily blocks flow. As far as I can tell, needlessly. Could be written with fewer words. In other words, could be improved. But then I say that about anything written---by me or by anyone else. Thanx to rain, of course, the unhindered sun (especially when not punishingly severe/sere) can be better appreciated/welcomed. And thanx to the rain, you wouldn't have that in particular at least to write so delightfully therapeutically about. I'm glad it rained. I'm glad you wrote about it. Yours, Chuck

I agree with Chuck. I like this poem very much, Barbara, and so does Chuck. Both Chuck and I agree that the comma in the third line as fresh, rainfall would best be removed as fresh rainfall and then the flow is even better Regards, Mark Old bandits are really young rascals.

I have missed so much. May take me months to catch up. Loved the poem. I only have one, well two, questions. 1) Did you mean sinuous as in writhing or supple skin or sensuous as in sexy or very sensitive to pleasure? 2) I must have blinked somewhere and missed where you got so dang good. Where was it? *S* Respectfully, Rett: "The only thing observable with the naked eye to exceed the speed of light is rumor" Unknown

Barbara Just catching up and came across this poem. I have not been to South Carolina but know North Carolina very well. I ususlly stay up on the mountain of Boone and towns around. But whilst up on the mountain the gentle rain began to fall but then turned into an electric storm. Rain coming straight down hard. I reach out and sparks fly when i make contact. Amazing Wonderful Thank you for shareing your poem Electricblue

Ah Yes, the beauty of the rain Beautiful poem here Barbara! May I suggest surge [add s] omit the comma after fresh an s to perceive. Just my thoughts here~ "There's no trick to being a humorist when you have the whole government working for you." Will Rogers

Myself I love this one, I believe it's my favorite, so smooth like walking through a passing shower in the summer, as it happens in your neck of the woods, it felt like I was there again, well done. Keep going, who can stop you now, only yourself!! thanks, Eddie