Nature's Beauty Mark

I felt like writing something structured and fun, so voila! Here it is
This is a Shakesperean Sonnet.

(The form being abab cdcd efef gg + 10 syllables per stanza)

Enjoy!

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Sitting on that one familiar bench,
waiting patiently as the flowers bloom.
Staring above at the clouds that will drench;
inches and inches of rain I assume.

Notice I left my umbrella at home;
alas stand up, look for shelter, and flee!
Unexpected times like these make me moan;
aha! Thank God, Mother Nature, your tree!

I stand gazing upon every soft drop,
wondering where it will fall. A small stain
on the pavement screams for liquid to stop,
stop! Crying out saturation in vain!

The rain is now gone. It is getting dark.
But rain, I say, is nature's beauty mark.

Hi epseon! I have to say, I'm impressed that you wrote a Shakespearean sonnet. From experience, I know that those are very difficult to write. I love the idea of this poem and it flowed very well. My one recommendation would be to change the word "noticed" to "notice" in the second stanza. The rest of the poem appears to be in the present tense, so that line should be, too.

-Abigail

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it!
And thank you for pointing out the little bit of imperfection. I must admit, i really didn't notice it!

Hehe. Respectfully yours,
E.

Wow. This was great. It sounded very professional, like something you'd find in a poetry book, or something your English class would pick apart and analyze. It flowed very well, and the words and imagery are beautiful. The concept of the beauty mark was really creative and you pulled off the structure well. Though, I know nothing about sonnets.

The picture seems to go well with the poem, too. Did you take it? I like the colors and the imprint.

Great work - keep it up.
-Dai

Gosh, you make me blush. But thank you. A hell of a lot. As pretty as it may sound, that poem was gruesome to write.

Now an explanation that I sense may clear a few things up.

A sonnet is basically a poem, that follows a certain rhyming pattern. Well, we already knew that. But what truly makes a sonnet is the fact that every stanza has to consist of 10 syllables, no less and no more.

That is also what makes this type of poem so despised by many. It limit's oneself not only to finding their rhymes - but congesting whatever they need to say into such dramatic constrictions. There were so many stanzas that as I wrote, simply sounded and flowed so much better with only 9 syllables. But it had to be 10. Frustrating? PSH'YEAH.

As for the image, I didn't take it myself. Not in this lifetime at least!