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Sonnet IV: Her Dance
Curious, the rain whence cometh down,
She falleth soft in overwhelming drops;
In peace, her quietly pervading sound
Transformeth sun and moon–so uninvited.
Strange, that once her drops, when they invade,
As former they, her forest’s ardour stops;
Though cities in the stead of trees pervade
And held as quiet sway–so unexcited.
Pleasing, how again she doth return
Such streets and buildings, parking lots and shops;
To older days for which they seem to yearn,
So mixt with all her fallen tears–united.
Older she than land they wrest; her crops,
If brick or straw are we–and unrequited.
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Intro 4: Once More?
Back, perhaps by popular demand,
Once again, shall my pen turn rainward,
To wash away one desire;
To cleanse its paper palette,
Making way for others quite the opposite,
Although every bit as lovely.
Sonnet III: Family
At last! the Rain! who triumphs as She falls
To tame the Wood who drinks Her as She calls
His name. Insatiable tonight, this Rain
Who nourishes His great and wooden halls.
So long, so passionate, this sweet affair;
Young Forest; sweet, His Rain; discrete, Their care;
Adorns She this, His stature and His strength,
His fingers, leafy, brush Her streaming hair.
When first I saw Them courting through the night,
Her tempest, brazen, teased His leaves to flight;
And coy, Her tear-drops mingled with His dew;
So sparkled He, as She, with joy and light.
Though Earth were His, and Sky were Her domain;
Her squalls prepare and then delight, at length,
This bassinet wherein Their Children grew.
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Intro 3: What is It?
What on Earth is it–
This tale of Earth and Sky–
A sonnet plus one?
Sonnet II: Deprived of Thee
My Rain, why left me here, hast thou, alone
Without, luxuriant cool, thy tender kiss?
Of thee, I dream, confess of that I miss,
Deprived of thy caress. My Rain, mine own
Sweet Rain, hath left me only wind, and blown
Away. Thy lofty havens toss and list
Astray. Hast thou forgotten me in bliss?
And am I not thy dearest love alone?
Come back to me, my cool and softing Rain!
And cover up this never-ending blue!
Touch now my lips, my hair, and end this pain
Of missing you. I long to see thy true
Face shining through my lonely night again,
So prest against my yearning lips anew.
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Intro 2: Recalls this dread pirate?
Recalls this dread pirate quietly:
Whose joyous sharing touched some past regret;
Perhaps abundant, graciously, though sad.
David Emeron: Sonnets 