The Ghazal Page
Clouds and Rain Special Issue 1
Chorus of angels:Fear God´s presence, clouds and rain,
His ever-present clouds and rain.
Chorus of men:Full moon harvest, gibbous grain,
Summon crescent, clouds, and rain.
Noah:How they call false gods in vain,
Their prayers mere pagents of clouds and rain.
Chorus of men:This stone altar blood must stain.
Burn the peasants. Clouds and rain.
Noah:Hear my warning, son, again
Of unrepentant clouds and rain.
Chorus of men:To our gods our voices strain:
Hear us, sentient clouds and rain!
Noah´s son:Shall I fear a weathervane,
Evanescent clouds and rain?
Noah:Ship´s timbers stretch. The beasts complain:
O omnipresent clouds and rain!
Chorus of angels:Forty nights will rise and wane
Through fierce, incessant clouds and rain.
Noah:Seek the coastline. Hark! The main –
Incandescent clouds and rain.
Noah & angels:The beauty of the Earth´s regained:
Deer and pheasant, clouds and rain.
C W Hawes
My tears are hid behind these clouds and rain;
For so long I have sought a glimpse of the sun,
The potholed road drags itself forever on;
Too dreary this day on which the Christ must die;
Says Suleiman: love, like sand, slips through the fingers
C W Hawes
There is a melancholy to clouds and rain;
This cup of black tea grows increasingly cold;
The fire crackles and pops its cozy warmth,
Alluring is the look of the dark-eyed one,
Waiting at the dock for my ship to come in;
Ya Allah! This weather's incorrigible.
O Suleiman pause awhile to learn the lesson:
The Famous One: Ghazal for Michele Gallagher (1964 – 2000)
R. W. Watkins
The show opens with an upbeat tune, repealing clouds and rain.
From Ms. Blyton's books come offbeat films, accounts of spies und thieves.
The four Kirrins find a secret shaft, a passage to the sea.
The mutt Timmy rescues tomboy George — a smuggler's plot is foiled!
A black filter blocks out sunshine's rays, the children fade to night.
In a majestic valley as I touch the silky clouds and rain
In the solitude of the twilight skies, set your spirit free
Suddenly as I felt the divine mist in the desert I knew
It is an aromatic vintage fragrance that pervades the air
As the amorous moonlight embraces the ocean waves
It is a trace of virtuous times ahead whenever you see
Darshan, you will also be delighted after the bad times
Monsoons come – the gift of clouds and rain
Somewhere along the roses of her cheeks
Though walls of confessionals have ears to spare,
It is nature's design that we have grown apart,
Ahmed follows along, with nowhere to go,
Some words are joined too easily and need no definite article: cloud and rain.
He fully loved the man he loved; and he'd no heteronormative closet fear.
My boots were laced; I wore my coat – my tweed coat; hurricanes raged around my head.
My God, my God – how often do I plead for heavenly manna to fill my gut?
Let's laugh together, Love (indeed, we hadn't been giddy for far too long).
That any seed escapes the squirrelly autumn's bold hunger's a miracle.
On picnic tables, raincloud waters bead – and park-benches claim it for diamond studs.
She fully loved the man she loved; and she'd no heterosexual claim to prove.
For openness to Love, I pray to heed the merciful duty of simple love.
Esther Greenleaf Mürer
Mother, may I go out to play in the clouds and rain?
Water descends in many forms: snow, sleet, hail, downpour,
All is relative; what's commonplace in Seattle
We've spent more than we can afford on this one week
My well-laid plan to incubate yogurt in the sun
O King (they say), you outshine the sun, eclipse the moon,
Savor unrest, O my soul, bask in disquiet;
Coppery ferns flow through the summer woods like lava;
My back to the light, I see a double rainbow