|Reviewed by ChrisTopher Stone
|I wanted to run out into the rain with you and inhale deeply.
|Reviewed by Andrea Williams
|I could almost smell the scent of the rain through your descriptives! Thanks for sharing your experience!|
|Reviewed by Clarence Prince
|"I hear the soil sigh
It's been so lone so sere"
Oh yes, Ron, let's pray for more!
Well said, well done!
|Reviewed by audrine max
|As the rain carressed the parched lips of summer
Cracked earth enliven, pulsating life back to the surface
Reanimating what was once brown and dull
As the dark heavens painted the whole land
Bringing back the flowers' radiant colors
Filling the tress with green leaves
Tickling the wind with the sweet smell of petrichor
Freeing everyone from the apathy of drought
Lovely poem, mr. Regis as always.. You never fail to deliver good lines.. Thank you for sharing.. :)
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|I used to do that as a kid. Make a sail boat and have fun.|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|well done, regis.
|Reviewed by Thomasena Martin-Johnson
|This poem is llike a long sigh.|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|I LIKE THIS POEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Andy Turner
|Very true, to be sure. It is the most delightful fragrance, especially on dry, arid tundra. Oh, and on grass....|
|Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi
|Exquisitely lyrical mood! The final rhyme conveys the lightness of rain-induced relief, just as I remember it from the African coast.|
|Reviewed by Marilyn Friesen
|I sure do enjoy a refreshing shower after it has been dry too long. I even love the earthy scent it brings. Have you been getting enough rain, now?|
|Reviewed by pat medlin
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|You speak of the age-old problem of feast and famine brought on by the seasons and the fickle rain.
After a 100 year flood event back in June, we've had nary a drop since. Anxiously waiting a tropical depression or storm to quench our thirst. For much of Texas, the drought is over, but it may return quickly if we do not get rain by the fall.
|Reviewed by Ruan Mills Burke
|Oh! And such a scent it is! There is nothing like cool fresh rain-kissed earth for calming the mind.
|Reviewed by Morgan McFinn
|Love the imagery here, Regis. "I hear the soil sigh"...terrific! Am a big fan of rain. Have always preferred weather over climate. Bright blue sunny skies day after day drive me batty!|
|Reviewed by Jena Ayro
Your words do
ring of a dry
How masterful a
page on heats
Y hear the loud
sizzles from here..
Embraced in the heat
as it moves only in
radiant form, slowly
taking your breath of
Scorched as the sun
lays cinder to the
chokingly dry soil,
the breezes stagger
and fall; It's magic
Heart pounding to
the earths beat in
it's hypnotic rhythm
of it's last mete, a
tear fell and another
and yet another in
your hand an ever so
Of hope for life to
relieve the stings of
pryor, dance, dance
bringing your body
For the sun to feel
the sting of your own
wet and heated desire,
pulling sweat up to the
sun having it constantly
have a cry'on
Thanks for the read..
|Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger
Sacred raindrops seem to hiss and sizzle with
a song and a prayer for more in barefoot wonders
of a downpour.
Lady Mary Ann
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Hope you brought your soap on a rope, Reg...gotta get in that yearly shower once every few years at least...-e-|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Regis, I love your poem. I was immediately reminded of an old Townes Van Zandt song lytic, from 'A Summer Thursday' that proclaims, " So like a summer Thursday I cry for rain to come and turn the ground to green again ". Your poem has the same haunting plea to the heavens for earth quenching rain to save the flora. Thank you I enjoyed this poem very much. May peace and love be forever with you my friend. Jon Michael
|Reviewed by Lark Pogue
|Truly original. And absolutely wonderful to read.|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|What a connection we have with the earth to be able to rejoice with it at times like this!
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Dry is pretty much the norm here except for monsoon season when we get a spit of rain to dirty our cars before the clouds depart. A lot of times, I can smell the rain but it evaporates before it gets to the ground. I am glad you got a bit of relief.|
|Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle
|Regis this is beautifully written. Live in California. Can really relate to this poem. We are in a drought.Love this!|