What Does a California Girl Do When It Rains?

First thing, I get pretty excited. I love the rain and have missed it over the past few years. So, yesterday, while I was outside in my painting studio (a semi-enclosed patio) and it started to rain, I looked up sharply and smiled and told the dog: "That's rain. Remember rain?" He didn't have much to say about that but he did go frolic in the wet grass for a while.

The rain passed quickly, lasted only a few minutes, but it left me thinking and this is what resulted:

California Rain

You stab my sun-dried senses with Petrichor;

the perfume of swollen sand

and desert chaparral –

the free nature of your Hollywood landscape.

The breeze opens her arms

to your cooling touch,

alien fingers of moist love –

saturated need – and I,

I feel the brittle corners

of my petrified thoughts

wriggle in the mud at my feet.

That's really all I had to say about it! But, having poetry return to me, as it does in jerks and twists, made me think again about the idea I had to start a poetry blog. As I'm still pretty new to the blogging world, I was just wondering if any of you would be interested in reading and taking part in a poetry blog. It could encompass my own poetry and, in response, I would hope you'd share yours here, also. It could also cover poets we all love, poets we're just discovering. I'm anxious to have new poets introduced who I may not have come across but you have.

The other thought was a poetry Facebook page that would serve the same function.

So, what do you think? Leave your thoughts in the comments, please.