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while i try to rein on my stubborn and elusive sense of worth, the rain reigns against the sun rays with its freed droplets of crystals kissing the waiting, parched earth. may i find the purpose of my birth, with the petrichor's coming mirth. — 09.14.2017 ©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo by Liv Bruce on Unsplash In response to Quadrille #40 by whimsygizmo and… Continue reading when rain reigns
Petrichor: A Pleiades* Prairie’s wet with sky’s tears, praline buds are mist-kissed, praying dry twigs now cheered, prams can now be released, powerful storm’s appeased. Prelude’s done, dear rainbow--- play with sweet petrichor. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash.com Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thanks, Sarah!) *Pleiades The Pleiades is:… Continue reading Petrichor
Rains, especially downpours with scream-like thunders and sharp-like-knife lightnings, for me, are bad omens. That’s why when I saw the bright cloud shifts from blue to violet to black, my hands started shaking, my heartbeats began racing. I have no beautiful memory with wet season, I only have the stark opposite. A catastrophic over-300-kph typhoon… Continue reading Rainbow
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