Friday, June 23, 2006

Illo Friday - Rain

Faroe Rain, 1997

Storm
by Elisabeth Hurley

Tinkling at the window
Tapping at the wall
The rhythm starts out slowly
As rain begins to fall

The sky begins to darken
The ground begins to spot
The leaves give way softly
As drips turn into drop

Now people look for shelter
To shield them from the sky
Pulling up their pants and skirts
They scurry right inside

Then puddles start to gather
And rivers begin to muster
The breezes start to blather
As winds turn into bluster

A heavy wall of water
Gushes down the street
The rain is crashing, thrashing down
And splashing up on beat

The thunder picks up tempo
from drumroll to drumbreak
And with a flash of lightning
Trees shiver, shimmy, and shake

And now with cymbols smashing
Storm gives her ending call
And with a great crescendo
Thus ends this mighty squall

The rain slows to a trickle
The river is just a sputter
The leaves are barely whistling now
in a wind that's just a mutter

And as the sun begins to peak
And drips begin to dry
People run outside to see
A rainbow in the sky


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7 comments:

Saul Iscariot said...

That's really cool, I had to do a double take to see what you had done there. Very nice.

carla said...

This is such a gorgeous piece...it's so wet! I too had to look closely, and then I saw what seems to be a dog in the foreground. I love the poem, too!

Elisabeth said...

Thank you!

Actually that foreground blob to which I think you may be referring is a large boulder. :)

stacey m said...

very cool, beautiful piece! love the concept :)

Rrramone said...

Nice photo! And is that Elisabeth Hurley the actress?? :-)

Tony LaRocca said...

That's great... I like the house in the front that's melting under the rain... (ok, you said it's a boulder, but a melting house is more fun.)

arvindh said...

this is beautiful work!