It Rains

So delicate, the rain, when it comes
I can feel it, swelling, pressure rising
Like a vise, slowly tightening, overcast
The puckered, starved earth, waiting
For the quenching, bathing of life
The slow approach, anticipation from the west
Skies brimming with retribution
If you stop, take a moment, close your eyes
You can feel as everything around you
Trembles inside
The first drops stain the concrete outside my window
Pulling me from my chair, tempting with the memory
Of a small child dancing between the rain drops
But I’ve no time for that now, I’d rather stand back
Watch, from the safety of what confines me
Ignorant of the storm brewing within these walls
Peering at the clouds, wondering to myself
How long until this too shall pass

107 comments

  1. These lines scream at me:
    “Pulling me from my chair, tempting with the memory
    Of a small child dancing between the rain drops
    But I’ve no time for that now, I’d rather stand back
    Watch, from the safety of what confines me”

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  2. As a lover of rain…. I love this poem. It feels moody and grey… which, to me, is extravagantly beautiful. The rain, with its heavy clouds and lower skies. The rain, with its cleansing means and fresh air. Oh how I needed this. Thanks for sharing, River. Even though I fear I may take away something vastly different than the intention. It still touches my heart and soul.

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  3. Only you can capture what’s usually an unwelcome sight and make it sing. A fantastic metaphor for what’s going on inside too. Dark, moving, and evocative. You make it come alive. 🙂

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  4. Spiritual and descriptive. A storm can be a good motive to reflect on a human’s mind. I love how you implemented it, but kept the calm and collected style of storytelling. It’s a mark of a good writer and great creative potential. Nice job Commander. 😀

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  5. Rain often sprouts many an emotion, but I don’t like how it often brings out melancholia in most people. Even fond memories when reflected upon while watching rain are dappled with wistfulness. 😐
    I like it too much, rainfall, provided I’m inside 😁😅
    How about you?

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  6. I like this one a lot – full of poignant imagery. There is a sense of oppression too but also at the end, I think, a feeling of hope – the fresh release we can feel when rain finally arrives. Well done.

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