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A state of saturation, “It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles-against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.”- Dave Barry, Glip-Blat-Splot little August showers, Pure Madness, Sylo-Den-Keshia, The joint chiller, The sun and the rain. Walk with me fill my heart again, The wind blows
Slip, slap, blatter, blat.
This is an honest rain – straight as a die.
Not a conniving shower, no, sir, fie.
Not like drizzle – (the sneakster, the smarm).
It falls weighted with some kind of insensate calm.
Or is giddy with joy – dumb, fat, indolent splats,
That batter, and slap us with blat after blat.
It just yearns to be friends,
To our innards descend.
And wants you for a rain beam –
As it massages in, a solid, stoic, stream,
Through your garments – (no control there),
Such an intimate, torrential, steamroller.
Kissing your neck with exsanguinous drips,
Of all consuming, grey, corpulent lips.
And should you sit, to catch your breath,
It will have at your bum, till you catch your death,
So that when you dare, to stand once more,
It’s muculent hand prints, encompass your back door.
The clammy invader, who just wants to play.
I do wish he’d come back some other sodding day.
Esme's Cloud 
Ever slept in a caravan in a hailstorm? I’m guessing you have!
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Oh yes, I have indeed Mike. Tents and caravans, mixed with UK weather…why, it’s a tradition, or certainly used to be. I have spent a great deal of time in the rain, one way or another. smiles, nods. Thank you for braving the weather, and coming over to comment.
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For me, you have really caught the feeling of it all here sonmi, not merely of rain per se, but of that particular type of which you write. “It falls weighted with some kind of insensate calm” – that is it, so perfectly captured. I have not experienced that degree of evocativeness in (shall we call it) ‘rain art’ since seeing a painting in which dozens of four inch nails had been hammered at slightly differing angles through from the rear of a plywood backing so as to suggest that feeling of driving and peering through the windscreen at that type of ‘blatter’ rain. As an aside, we have a place, here in my homeland, and which goes by the name of ‘Manchester’, where apparently, or so many outsiders would have it, never a day does pass without exsanguinous drips being released from clouds’ corpulent lips. How sensuous!
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Rain art eh? I like that, and the arty piece you mention sounds interesting. You’re very kind to pull a line out that you enjoyed H, I really do appreciate your comment smiles broadly. sonmi found the words soak into her within the giant blats mentioned, as she wandered (Cloudless) the other day, and met ‘The Blatter’ face to soggy face.
I have heard of Manchester, tis a dark, wet and foreboding place they say – the locals being grey, irritated creatures when blattered, but should the sun appear, they morph into happy bods, all a-smile and skipping down the streets, grinning so much, they have flip-top heads.
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What a beautiful verse. The second line had me surrender into the heat storm. x
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Thank you jess-em beams a smile at her through the rain. I like your comment more than the line you speak of in the poem. Surrendering to the heat storm, a sacrifice of sorts, her burning white flag slowly extinguished by The Blatter. Yes, yes. nods*
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I very much enjoyed learning the word muculent, which I had of course experienced directly many times, without knowing such, as an intrepid young explorer of those old black rubber swing seats that couldn’t be resisted, even after having moments before sat down square into a saturated box of sand and rainfall to prepare a few delectable mud pies for whomever may have desired them.
Michael
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Ah, a mud-pie maker. I knew it. I made some fine pieces of work in that area myself once upon a time (only last week – The Cloud).
It’s a cracking word, and really we should be learning a new word every day, there’s so many we don’t yet know the joy of, and so little time!
Thank you for the comment Michael smiles.
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This is awesome! I love it! ❤
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Thank you Rachel! It quite literally fell from the heavens! beams, most pleased she likes it
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