Poem: Romance with the Rains

This is an unusual collaboration. In the order of performance, I bring up the rear. But I am happy to, for the two poems before mine are so good that mine is just a bolt-on.

This was supposed to be a secret collaboration, so I am taking some time to get Priya’s and Chloe’s nods.

Romance with the Rains: Image by Campanula Azul from Pixabay

Chloe’s poem talks about the intricacies of rain, opening up an invitation for the reader to feel the showers of spring and summer.

Poem: Raining

Patterns and pattering
Raindrops
In a May puddle

The clouds
Have gathered
In sorrow

Birds all around
Are flitting
Here and there

Among the trees
The rain is bathing
All the leaves

In soft and tender tears
The world
Is gently crying

Knowing
Beyond the green
The blue

Into outer spheres
Beyond the rain
Beyond our fears

Rain
Droplets
Making circles
Dancing
In our wonder.
©️Chloe Douglas 07–05–23

Priya composed a deep intimate verse in response. She is a master of intimate romance, and this poem shows how rain is an element of love.

Poem: Your Rain

pitter patter
shy heartbeats
emulating the start
of perhaps something new

dropping of droplets
subtle trickle at first
like the first rain of Spring
and when I first saw you

tasting tears
on softening lips
so easy for you
to drink of me

sipping on my sadness
drop after drop
kissing beneath clouds
trying to set me free

so that I could be your rain …

~ ©️ Priya 5/8/23 🕉

Here is an invisible, missing, and overlooked piece of this rain of romantic verses ( or the romance of rain verses) between Priya Patel and Chloe Douglas.

I join the party with the poem about how the breeze or the wind plays cupid to two poems about rain (with the poets residing across the Atlantic.)

Poem: The Invisible Cupid

A lonely cloud flew across
From the hills of Scotland
To the vast deserts of Texas

Impregnated by the sun
Nudged by the breeze
A journey across the Atlantic

It rained on both sides
Poetic verses dipped in love
Yearning to meet

Did we just miss the breeze
That carried the cloud
From one Atlantic shore to the other

So, here I am, my friends
I am the breeze that carries
The cloud that carries the rain

A cupid that flirts too
Easily with the mountains
As well the seas

Caressing your flawless skin
For just a fleeting moment
Setting the romantic mood

Floating between the blue skies
Dancing across the green meadows
Holding the hands of the rain cloud

Carrying the aroma of rain
Soaking wet in the raindrops
Spreading the scent of petrichor

The seasons of spring and summer
Birds, butterflies, and bees
Look who is beneath their wings

I am the messenger of love
The unseen alchemist of romance
The grandparent of the rains.

I wish for a dalliance with dance
Holding the poetic hands of
The Texan and the Briton.

A dance after which I shall disappear
For the romance in the rain
May have just come about this May.
~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

Hope you liked this triple-header of collaboration of poetry. Again, looking forward to more.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023