Wild Rain

I wrote this one yesterday.
We have experienced Winter in Spring.
It’s lovely, as the rain is everywhere at the moment, yet the thought of Summer makes me wish for more rain and cold weather.

A rain cloud kind of wild day
Petrichor blew away by the wind

The wild rain calling outside
Placing my empty porcelain cup

The inside smells cannot win
Walking outside to feel the wild rain

Sea Days

Chirping as her chics move and splash about the shallows.
Crabs take their young for a salty dip or a crunchy nip.
Bluebottle jellyfish stranded on the sand feel the sun.
Shells move as the hidden ones hide from the noise.
Shelly bounces in the saltwater to find a colourful shell.
She sees a cute creature, pounces and just misses.
Silliness takes over as she leaves tiptoe footprints in the sand.