Rain Song

Skies gather, darken
rain falls straight and true.
Its sound
hitting the roof
is a comfort,
my lullaby.

There are dramatic storms
with lightning and thunder,
or showy, flashing sun
but the rain,
the tranquil rain,
sings me to sleep
with its gentle song.

Lillian at dVerse Poets Poets asked us include the word tranquility, or a form of the word, in a quadrille, which is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. 

NaPoWriMo #17

These days I hedge my bets.
Once I hurtled, headlong
but now I measure my responses,
pause before striking,
do my research.
I always keep an umbrella in my car

I enter each meeting,
each transaction
prepared;
with my due diligence done

But some days
I miss the feel
of the rain on my face

Weather Report

It’s grey today, and drizzling
inside my head
clouds gather behind my eyes

Outside the sun is burning
stars are turning
and the world hurtles
on

Looking out the window
I see only the fog
of my breath,
condensed

Then, without warning,
I storm

This is a Quadrille, or a poem of exactly 44 words for dVerse Poets’ Pub.  And Mish has asked us to include some form of the word, “drizzle.”