
A sprinkle of sunshine,
A powder of snow,
Mix in some emotions,
Add rhyme to the dough.
Beat in a few metaphors,
Season with sounds,
Stir slowly with rhythm,
Add color by mounds.
Chop fine some similes,
Pat in white space,
Whip up a title,
Delight in its taste!
Rain
Spilling over
from heaven’s teacup
Its sweetness soaks the earth
like orange sherbet
Cleansing the palates of
flowers, trees, and meadows
Causing streams to sing
and jungles to steam
As forests send pine-scented winds
to nearby cities where
Pigeons bathe in
glorious puddles
And windshield wipers
Beat like metronomes
To the rhythm of the rain,
The heavenly rain,
The glorious rain
That washes the world
clean and new again.