Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




… Raindrop rush

From sky pour to wash!

Like a sound of heartbreak

Like a shattered dream

And no hint of hope

They all slowly fading away…

… Raindrop rush

Sounds like a river

Flow over the hills

And the lush valleys

Only to reach the beginning…


… Raindrop rush

Silent hush of a newborn child

Breathe with no worry

Even dreams

Of things to come…

… Raindrop rush

Disappear into a mist

Leave the imagination to wonder

Only to follow

Raindrop rush tied to a rainbow!! …



The pictures are from bing.com…



Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

5 thoughts on ““RAINDROP RUSH”

  1. Yes, This is Lovely 🙂 Happy Monday!!

  2. The poem is lovely and that first picture is amazing.

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