Sunday, July 23, 2023

By whatever name

Written  for Friday Writings # 86: Glimmer



The rains have always been a real fascination for me ever since childhood, but the deluge in the past years, about the destruction it could cause has also left an indelible mark. Yet the earth wouldn't flourish weren't it for the bounty from above and my fascination remains. 




Whether a patchy drizzle 
A cloud burst, a thunderstorm 
Whether a little shower 
a pelt down, a rainstorm
Whether a severe deluge 
Or a violent squall 
The waters transformed to 
vapours, rose to heaven
and humbled came down again
By whatever name 
they and I shall call 
You arrive the same  
And I glimmer shimmer and all





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24 comments:

  1. RommyJuly 24, 2023 at 1:35 AM

    A good rainstorm is such a lovely thing!

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    1. jossinaJuly 24, 2023 at 9:31 AM

      A one that's not destructive. Way back in 2018 the deluge here caused heavy loss of lives that hopefully won't recur.

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  2. Priscilla KingJuly 24, 2023 at 8:14 AM

    I like the loose intricate rhymes, and oh yes, the cooling rain! Some people are still waiting for theirs.

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    1. jossinaJuly 24, 2023 at 9:33 AM

      I love the rains...even the thunderstorm thrills me except for the terror it caused in 2018 and thank you Pricilla

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  3. MarjaJuly 24, 2023 at 8:31 AM

    What a fun read Love the last line

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  4. jossinaJuly 24, 2023 at 9:34 AM

    Thank you so much Marja

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 24, 2023 at 9:37 AM

    When you put it like that, it is indeed a fascinating phenomenon. I enjoyed your poem.

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  6. Debi SwimJuly 25, 2023 at 3:44 PM

    I esp love this "The waters transformed to
    vapours, rose to heaven
    and humbled came down again"

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  7. RajaniJuly 25, 2023 at 7:50 PM

    When you have four months of monsoon as we do here... it goes from glimmer to trigger very quickly :)

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    1. jossinaJuly 26, 2023 at 5:32 PM

      For many it's a trigger, yet the rains give me an undescribable elation

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  8. AnonymousJuly 25, 2023 at 11:09 PM

    I have experience the monsoon season...memories of everything damp :)

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    1. jossinaJuly 26, 2023 at 5:33 PM

      The monsoon comes with it's positives and negatives. Thanks for your comments

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  9. AnonymousJuly 25, 2023 at 11:09 PM

    Liked your poem....Rall...me above as well

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  10. HelenJuly 26, 2023 at 2:42 AM

    Forever I have loved a wonderful refreshing rain, thunderstorms too (the kind that do no damage) ... your poem is another reminder of why. Cheers.

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  11. vanderloostJuly 26, 2023 at 9:32 AM

    Nature is the greatest glimmer of hope and survival.

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  12. jossinaJuly 26, 2023 at 5:35 PM

    Indeed it is ...the rain, the wind....thankyou

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  13. dsnake1July 26, 2023 at 7:09 PM

    We are all glad that the waters come down from the clouds again. Without which, there will be no life. Your poem reminds us of that. :)

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  14. purplepeninportland.comJuly 28, 2023 at 6:25 AM

    And then there's that amazing scent after a rainstorm.

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  15. jossinaJuly 31, 2023 at 9:37 AM

    Even I like it too , thank you

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