Sunday, May 31, 2009

weather

There is a particular joy to be found in walking contemplatively on a rainy day.
One drinks of that experience as of a warm, comfortable drink.
It is a melancholy happiness, a bittersweet symphony.

There is a fiercer joy to be round in running wildly through a downpour.
One becomes drunk after only a single gulp of this savage happiness.
It is a vicious pleasure, a joyful battlecry.

There is a softly wonderful joy enjoyed in strolling through the sunshine.
One cannot help but fly after drinking in rays of levitation.
It is a gentle hope, as if each ray was meant to warm even you.

There is a subduing joy enjoyed by struggling gaily through the snow.
One's thirst is quenched by the subdued silence as the earth slumbers.
It is a lonely surrounding, a roaring silence.

3 comments:

  1. This is ridiculously descriptive and beautiful. It amazes me how you can wield words so skillfully.

    Weather is awesome.

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  2. I don't really have anything to say about this, it's just extremely good.

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  3. This poem just reminded me how happy I am that I didn't let this beautiful day get away. :)

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