
…to the rain…again
grey skies, damp and cold
musty odor in the air
it’s a breeding ground for mold
water everywhere
a muddy, wet mess, we’re drowning here
~kat

…to the rain…again
grey skies, damp and cold
musty odor in the air
it’s a breeding ground for mold
water everywhere
a muddy, wet mess, we’re drowning here
~kat

…to the rain
dark clouds brimming, burst
a cascade of droplets flow
sating a world that thirsts
sweetened breezes blow
tender shoots break ground in afterglow
~kat

pricked by boughs swept
bare, hovering low, the
clouds, drizzle droplets
pitapatting on the fallen leaves
~kat
November’s Daily Poetry form is the Naani – 4 lines, 20-25 syllables in all.