Dreaming of Downpours

By Linda Leevike

In "Dreaming of Downpours," embark on a lyrical journey through the landscapes of longing and introspection, where the rhythm of rain becomes a symphony for the soul. This evocative collection captures the essence of fleeting moments and persistent dreams, weaving together imagery of storms both literal and metaphorical.  Each poem invites

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swan Charm Publishing
• Release date: Jan 13, 2025
• ISBN: 9789908186764

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Mists of the Imagination

Veils of morning whisper,\nIn shadows soft and deep,\nDreams float on the horizon,\nIn silence, they will keep.\n\nThoughts weave like fine gossamer,\nIn patterns bold and bright,\nEvery twist and turn a tale,\nIn the midst of flight.\n\nClouds form figures fleeting,\nIn a playful dance,\nImagination wanders,\nIn this ethereal trance.\n\nEchoes of forgotten days,\nResurface in the haze,\nMists of time and wonder,\nIn the mind's endless maze.\n\nReality bends softly,\nIn thoughts where dreams reside,\nMists of the imagination,\nWhere fantasies abide.

Echoes of the Rain

Rhythms pulse on rooftops,\nIn a soft, steady beat,\nWhispers of the falling rain,\nCompose a tune so sweet.\n\nDancing down the window,\nIn graceful, silver lines,\nEchoes of the raindrops,\nIn gentle, playful signs.\n\nMemories awaken,\nAs the storm begins to play,\nEach drop a fleeting moment,\nThat washes time away.\n\nNature's song resounds,\nIn every tear it sheds,\nEchoes of the rain fall,\nWhere sorrow always spreads.\n\nBut amidst the weeping,\nHope blooms with every gain,\nFinding solace in the heart,\nIn the echoes of the rain.

Harvesting Thunderclouds

Gathering clouds in the dusky sky,

Electric whispers, the winds sigh.

Fields await with bated breath,

Nature's bounty will rise from death.

Lightning dances in the dark,

A symphony, a vivid spark.

Soil drinks deep, the roots entwine,

Harvest soon, sustenance divine.

The storms will roar, the heavens quake,

Yet from this fury, life will wake.

In every droplet, hope does hum,

The cycle's magic, ever come.

As shadows chase the sun away,

Night reveals its grand ballet.

With thunder's pulse, we stand in awe,

The land revived, the world will thaw.

In fields aglow with yellow gold,

Tales of the thunder, forever told.

The harvest sings its rich refrain,

A legacy forged from sweet rain.

Raindrop Reverie

Softly falls the gentle rain,

Whispers of a sweet refrain.

Each drop dances on the ground,

In this moment, peace is found.

Nature's tears, a soothing balm,

The world awakens, pure and calm.

Petals glisten in the light,

Raindrop dreams take flight tonight.

As puddles form in quiet streets,

The beauty of the storm repeats.

Children laugh as shadows play,

Splashing joy in silver spray.

Every droplet tells a tale,

Of sunlit days and meadow trails.

In every corner, life will thrive,

Raindrop reveries, hearts alive.

When the skies begin to clear,

The world feels new, the skies sincere.

Hope emerges with every beam,

In the aftermath, we dream.

The Weeping Sky

Clouds gather, heavy with grief,

Nature sighs, the world's disbelief.

Dreary blues begin to flow,

The weeping sky puts on a show.

Each drop falls like a silent tear,

Echoing pain, the heart draws near.

Thunder rumbles deep inside,

Emotions swirl, they cannot hide.

In the shadows, stories weave,

The heartache that the clouds achieve.

Yet amidst the sorrow's guise,

Beauty speaks through weary sighs.

A silver lining starts to gleam,

Closing curtains of the dream.

In drizzles soft, there's hope reborn,

The weeping sky, a gentle scorn.

As rain renews the earth below,

Life begins its steadfast flow.

The sky may weep, but sun will rise,

In every storm, a new surprise.

Nightfall's Shower

As day surrenders to the night,

Stars awaken, burning bright.

A gentle shower, soft and clear,

Whispers secrets only we hear.

Moonlight bathes the world in grace,

Each droplet finds its rightful place.

In quiet moments, shadows dance,

Nightfall’s magic, a fleeting chance.

The air is cool, the darkened skies,

Reflect the dreams where hope