The Beating Rains

I listen to the rains,

As thy beat against,

the windows and door

I am one lucky man

Not everyone I have met,

Is staying as comfortable,

Warm and dry,

As I am,

On this stormy,

And gloomy morning

© Dicky J Loweman 2015



When the last shouts of sunlight

Begin to creep behind the mountains

And the shadows stretch

To nearly impossible lengths

When the sky burns in pinks, purples and reds

Fading out like a dying star

And the wind begins to whisper

Singing like sirens calling from the rocks

This is when you can truly feel the beauty

Coldness as warmth

Darkness as light

The time when you beguile all others

Yet, amuse and delight

Me to the core

© Dicky J Loweman 2014