The Dancing Curtain

poem about morning rain

Veiled lightning through morning slumber gently stirs my scenes.

Soon dreams are overladen by the growing sound of thunder.

Rustling curtain dances in the breeze as the smell of

 rain  wake me from my sleep.

  The rhythmic patter soothes my mind and these

soporific sounds lull me to a  peaceful sleep.

Reviews

[allie_arrowz]

this is very pretty. especially the first line.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

A beautiful, thoughtful piece of writing, Very good ineed. Thanks.

[Gomer LePoet]

Yes Ms. Cheerie. who doesn't love to lie in bed and listen to the rhythm and the smell of falling rain. unless you have a picnic planned or a round of golf. lol

[R J Askew]

'The rhythmic patter soothes' is my favourite dab. You make the rain seem like esp pleasing poetry. I like the way it lulls you back to sleep. What a pleasant moment to way, to feel soothed and then to sleep again. Bliss.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh just reading your poem made me feel relaxed... I love the rain, it is so soul soothing.

[Nimbus Thread]

Just lovely, lovely....

[emmajoy]

Such drifting gentle brushes across the screen, silver rain, pervading every sense until .. the mighty thunder rushes a reckles beat of weather against glass .. until it calms sweet breeze-echoed sleep. Your words are lovely. This poem is such a spirit sweetening one, especially as my weather has been almost non stop rain for weeks! You've reminded me of its blessings, thank you!

[Ed Hart]

oh, i remember those curtains

[V]

This is beautiful! I love it:) "Rustling curtain dances in the breeze" Flows really well, and beautifully off the tongue.