Day, Setting: 24 April, 2015; thunder, lightning, the works; no rain
The Rambler muses:
There is something Godforsaken
Where I’m at
(#1- the nasty personal perspective)
Would you rather
The ripe paddy soaked?
Or the fertilizer sacks
(#2- The Practical Personal persona)
Heck! There’s water in our well
And lush green leaves throng
Some other place, most likely
Needs some water- more’n us.
pandering-to-others’-whims wala #3)
Well, whaddya know!
29 drops fell this day! Historic!
(Sarcasm alert #4)
How my heart,
It longs to drench in you!
(It’s the she’ll-never-learn-mushy-romantic #5)
Oh well! Tomorrow is another day!
It’ll rain yet!
(Gosh! A Scarlett O’Hara, nothing less!- #6)
The thunder and lightning played
To the fierce challenge of the winds.
She slept, that rambler,
And dreamt of the obvious.
Day, Setting: 25 April, 2015, a cool dawn
The Rambler is glad to report
This rain-rinsed morn
The Reluctant Rain-maker
Ran out of excuses.
And soaked in the aftermath
Of a memorable night of rain.
Dreams do come true!
25 April, 2015
Day#25 of #NaPoWriMo is deeply personal 🙂 as you can see 😀