The city is moody in the rain. Smudged with paintbrushes rinsed with earth-specked water. Darkened curtains, drooping, hang at the edges of the day. Waiting to close, waiting to bring an end to the glowering, furrowed-brow skies.
The clouds group like warriors, black in the middle, holding fistfuls of water. ‘We’ll show you who’s boss,’ they shout to the people below them, scurrying, fearful of the sky churning like river water.
The concrete and glass, oppressive in the heat and the dust, offers solace when the heavens decide to cleanse the earth. The people run into office blocks and train stations, peering out as Mother Nature laughs at their feebleness.
But there is prettiness too. The skies are pink and white, flecked with sable, swelling as if from a bodice like a dress fashioned by Dior. People comment on the colours, expecting grey. The pinks straighten their shoulders, the white beckons, reminiscent of sunshine as they flee from the raindrops hitting the ground like ripened stone fruit.
Thanks for reminding us to see the beauty that is not always readily apparent. Nicely done Selma.
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Aww thanks, Slamdunk. That is so sweet of you to say so.
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I just love rainy days…but we don’t get that many in SoCal so that may have something to do with it. π
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I didn’t realise but of course you wouldn’t get that many rainy days in SoCal. We are getting a lot more rain than usual this year in Sydney. It’s been mostly a rainy summer!
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that is one heckuva beautiful piece of writing selma – so many transcendent and evocative phrases – really beautiful, from beginning to end
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That means so much to me, Tipota. You have made me **GRIN**
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Hi Selma,
Very nicely written, I love it. π
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I really appreciate you saying that, Mags. Thank you.
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Love your pinkish, moody image and, as always, your words that bring everything to life.
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It’s quite inspiring when the sky is pink. It fills your head with all sorts of images. So glad you liked it, Susan!
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Agree with all the above π Wonderful metaphors and similes (you poet you π ) I like the idea of Mother Nature laughing at us.
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I think she does laugh at us sometimes, Gabe. With the way we treat the planet we probably deserve it. Hey, maybe one day I’ll make it as a poet π
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This reads like a prose poem. Just stunning language.
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Awww thanks, Squirrel. That means so much to me β₯
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Beautiful :o)
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Thank you, Deborah. I love it when you visit π
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Gorgeous, descriptive poetic prose, Selma. I love this!
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Thanks so much, Adee. I am so glad you liked it!
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Selma, this is such beautiful writing! The second paragraph just blew my mind. I love it.
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Aww Patti. Thank YOU!!!
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How beautiful. I think it’s a wonderful moody. Reflects us all sometimes. But oh, those pinks! xo
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Sometimes there’s nothing wrong with moodiness. There can be a quiet to it that is really soothing!
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Beautifully written Selma. I do love all the shades of colour (and mood) that come with rain.
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I love them too, Tracey. The rain really does contain a lot of different colours. I like looking for them!
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Very nice. π
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Cheers, Lauri. Thank you so much.
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Spectacular words and picture π
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So kind of you to say so, Linda. Thank you!~
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Rain is mother nature’s way of saying to us “take a bath you filthy creatures”.
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That could have been why the sky was so moody. Mother Nature is sick of all the dirt…haha.
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Wonderful imagery Selma! You’ve managed to make even the gloomiest day colourful!
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I couldn’t believe the colours on such a cloudy, gloomy day, Cathy. It was really cool!
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