Eastern Rain Season

The August Skies opened,

As wind chimes blow tunes so pleasant,

But the air remains wet,

What has caused it to be so upset?

Though, when you have tasted it,

It isn't bad -- not one bit,

A wonderful day without sunlight,

Often these days have the longest nights,

On this veranda I have no company,

Beside fleeting wind strokes, I feel so lonely,

As the stench of rain dew penetrates my lungs,

I feel my consciousness breaks down by chunks,

Bliss -- Temporarily, I am un-human,

Now, I am one with the image of a wet season. 

- Stu. T.H. (December 13, 2023)

Author's Note

Rain = Free Shower
(I said free not quality)

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

perhaps relocation from a possibly bare veranda to a late autumn garden's tea house with an added cup of warm Japanese tea might help loneliness be less of an issue?
Dan

[Stu. T.H.]

That would be an amazing idea, but even so, the moody weather still stands in our human ways of entertaining ourselves.
How can a warm cup of tea,
Soothe a soul so lonely,
In dampened weather?
Ah... Such sentiments are most unfortunate.

Thank you for your kind visit, author Dave Brown.

[W. Barrett Munn]

An interesting movement of weather into loneliness.

Winston

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your visit, author W. Barrett Munn. I'm glad you enjoyed it.