Wet Ways
It's a universal soup for two --
The medium for all known life.
A magic, elemental, H2O stew.
In fat storm-puffs of water rife.
Breathing in and over the world:
In a rare, thirsty-desert deluge;
On peaks of snow, wind-whirled;
Beneath the streets it rises, huge.
Where you live, it rains and smells.
That Ozone-fresh feels the best....
Listen to trillions of droplet-knells,
A sizzling, misty downpour fest.
Drooping drips of splats and sound.
The pitter-patter of sidewalk echoes,
Extending from rain-soaked ground.
A poet paints water-of-life frescoes....
August 11, 2016
Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016
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