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“Storm Mandala”

June 1, 2011


Listen to the storm move in

Grey ominous skies

Distant rumbling

Growing closer

Sounding stronger

2pm looks like 8pm

Soon the pit pat of rain begins

Falling faster and faster

The roof becomes the dance floor

Spotlighted by the lightening

Partnered with the wind

Thunder music

Faster Louder

The earth drinks and swells

Β Then the sky gets lighter

8pm becomes 3pm

The rain dance continues

Winding down to a slow waltz

Then the show is overΒ 

But the plants will remember and flourish

One day I was sitting in my sunroom and wrote this while watching a storm move in.

Written for Thursday Poet’s Rally.

Also submitted to Poetry Potluck.

40 Comments leave one →
  1. June 1, 2011 6:41 pm

    incredible build up,

    elegant word flow.

    Thanks for sharing, Glad to see you write a poem, not Haiku.
    Happy Rally.


  2. June 1, 2011 6:52 pm

    Lovely listening to a storm in the warm and dry, isn’t it!
    Your words describe it so well too, thanks for sharing

  3. June 1, 2011 8:45 pm

    I just love your work, Teri. Amazing.

  4. June 1, 2011 9:15 pm

    Thank you for your kind words. I did enjoy listening to the storm while writing about it. Inspiration comes from anywhere.

  5. June 1, 2011 9:58 pm

    What a beautiful description of a rain storm! I could almost smell the rain.

  6. June 1, 2011 10:15 pm

    Sooper mandala again.
    I like the mention of time in the poem, very unusual instead of saying morning becomes evening sort of thing.

  7. June 1, 2011 10:50 pm

    Love your poem, Teri…I could feel the storm build and dissipate!!!

  8. June 1, 2011 11:18 pm

    Lovely words, very well description.
    All best.

  9. Julian Javier the Cyber Mushroom permalink
    June 1, 2011 11:59 pm

    i love making poems about rain as well. but a poem about a rainstorm i had never tried. never like this. i love this piece, it’s both an elegant and educational experience for me reading it.!

  10. Geraldine permalink
    June 2, 2011 12:36 am

    This is great Teri, you’ve really captured the atmosphere of a storm coming on. Very unique too!

  11. June 2, 2011 11:23 am

    I enjoyed reading your poem, Teri! The lines I underline:
    “The roof becomes the dance floor/Spotlighted by the lightning”, a nice comparison.
    “But the plants will remember and flourish”, a line projecting the end into the future.

  12. June 2, 2011 12:36 pm

    Reminds of a storm as I sit on my porch watching the rain drops, rain is a great time to listen to the falling water and write with passion. Enjoyed the journey.

  13. June 2, 2011 1:27 pm

    A storm post with a sweet ending ! I like that !! πŸ™‚

  14. June 2, 2011 3:37 pm

    love the imagery. great poem

  15. June 2, 2011 8:18 pm

    Thanks everyone. You give me courage to try more free form poetry.

  16. June 2, 2011 10:52 pm

    This is lovely, Teri.
    I especially like the contrast between the times and the dark/light.
    The rain pounding on the dance floor and then slowing to a waltz…nice.

    Very well done!

    (Thank you for the lovely comment on my piece)

  17. June 3, 2011 12:41 am

    Lovely poem, loved the rain dancing bit πŸ™‚

  18. June 3, 2011 3:03 am

    Lovely way to describe a storm =) And I love the title it suits the poem perfectly

  19. June 3, 2011 3:11 am

    loved the way you weaved it.

  20. June 3, 2011 9:59 am

    Yes, the plants will flourish! And the rainbow will bless the sky as well! πŸ™‚

  21. June 3, 2011 7:42 pm

    I like the idea of rainstorm as a dance. Love the line “the earth drinks and swells”. Beautiful poem!

  22. June 4, 2011 3:53 am

    Lovely poem, Teri.

    Here its raining too since last two days.

  23. June 4, 2011 5:51 am

    Loved the description… πŸ™‚

  24. June 4, 2011 1:54 pm

    Thank you. I’m happy you like it.

  25. June 5, 2011 10:47 am

    This might be the most beautiful storm I’ve ever read.

  26. Lisa at Greenbow permalink
    June 5, 2011 2:10 pm

    This was an exciting poem Teri. Like a symphony bringing one to the crescendo then back down the scale. A rollercoaster ride. FUN.

  27. June 6, 2011 9:37 am

    FYI. I nominated you. Thanks for being a part of my blogging world.

  28. June 6, 2011 10:38 am

    Thank you so much Dheepikaa, I am honored!

  29. June 6, 2011 11:55 am

    You have such wonderful mandala’s and poems here, lovely. This one about the rain, wow πŸ™‚

  30. June 6, 2011 3:28 pm

    This is utterly gorgeous!

  31. June 6, 2011 5:24 pm

    I like it! I could put myself in your shoes and feel/see the weather changes!

    Next time I see thunderstorm, I will remember your words πŸ™‚

    Happy Rally!

  32. June 6, 2011 9:34 pm

    Amazing job.
    yeah, write more free verse,
    you rock, I guess.

  33. June 6, 2011 10:09 pm

    Thanks everyone. I am happy you all like the poem. Writing freeform is really new for me but I love doing them.

  34. June 7, 2011 12:24 pm

    ” And then, 8 Pm became 3 Pm.” Just loved those lines! Good one..

  35. June 8, 2011 11:51 am

    I like storms, they are electric and eclectic, uncontrollable πŸ™‚
    You made them dance in my mind in your piece, πŸ™‚
    Enjoy the potluck!

  36. June 8, 2011 5:46 pm

    I really enjoyed reading this!

  37. June 11, 2011 2:41 am

    I love your flow teri.. awesome.. here is my song, Somebody’s me

    Someone is Special

  38. June 20, 2011 12:36 am

    This is – dare I say it – electric! I love it …

  39. September 12, 2015 11:33 am

    wow that one is dramatic
    I love it. Janice

  40. September 12, 2015 11:41 am

    I can still see me sitting in the sunroom listening, watching and writing.

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