“Stormy” in acrylic
playing with paint on a stormy day.
The clouds thicken,
the flecks of weak sunlight
disappear;
darkening and dropping
‘til a soft
sprinkle of rain begins.
The wind and waves
slowly and steadily gather
strength.
Blow, splash. Blow, splash.
White caps
parade across the bay
as the islands play
hide and seek
in the fog, then
dissolve into gray.
Windows rattle.
Tall grasses wave.
Trees bend.
Seaweed rides the waves.
Forceful gusts
push the rain and the sea
creating the rhythm
of a dog napping,
tea sipping
reading (painting, writing)
kind of day.
composting words 
Nice painting and matching poem, very special!
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Thanks John!
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Sounds so lovely, especially in our hottid draught!
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Thanks Cindy. Hope you get some rain soon. We were in a moderate drought in May. Very grateful it has turned around.
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I hate to use the word “amazing” as it is the most overused word in the English language, but this is amazing!
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Why thank you!
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