The Rain . . .

 

The Rain . . .

*Tap*

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*Tap*                          *Tap*

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              *Tap*             *Tap*     *Tap* *Tap*              *Tap*

Can you hear it?

That tapping noise?

That soothing noise coming from outside?

That disturbance in the regular day?

Can you hear it?

 

The familiar pitter-patter of the rain?

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*Tap*   *Tap*    *Tap* *Tap**Tap* *Tap* *Tap*      *Tap*

How about now?

 

I can.

 

Do you remember how the weather was before the rain?

It was scorching hot,

And Mother Nature became reclusive.

Birds became silent,

Hidden.

The air was dry.

Sweat stuck to you.

 

 Do you remember how you were before the rain?

How we were before the rain?

I’ll remind you:

Miserable.

I could tell you were feeling down.

It could’ve been because you didn’t

Donate money to that one charity

That could’ve used it;

Or you didn’t help someone in need;

Or you helped someone do something bad;

Or you did something bad on your own.

You were feeling guilty.

I was feeling guilty.

 

Conscience. Trash in the streets blockading the path.

 

Now the rain has come.

I look at you, and we are both

Intrigued by that peacefully silent melody.

 

People don’t like rain.

Wet.

Sun comes out.

Regular day again.

 

Nature likes the rain.

Wash.

Sun comes out.

Drying for the day.

 

We both watch the rain,

Perked up.

It’s

………

Inviting.

Will you come with me?

Of course!

No hiding today,

The rain looks comfortable.

We rush out.

 

The rain is ice, and the rain is heavy.

 

Conscience. Mind. Streets submerged in the cold water.

 

We can see it:

From up above,

Too far for us to see,

With gray,

Mixture of pure white and pure black,

Many raindrops fall on us,

Blinding us,

Yet clearing our eyes.

 

We can feel it:

A cold feeling,

That soaks our clothes,

So that we are weighed down.

Bodies covered in water,

We laugh.

 

Time to dance, yes?

Yes!

Time to dance in the rain,

To dance in that cleansing rain,

That rain.

 

Is it over? I can feel it lightening.

 

Conscience. Trash washed from the streets, clearing the path.

 

The clouds part

To reveal a bright blue sky,

And a beautiful sun.

Birds come out singing in counterpoint,

In the moist air.

A rainbow forms in the sky,

Pure colors,

Pure eyes witnessing it.

 

I don’t think

That I can recognize your pains

Any longer.

Like the trash from the streets,

The rain washed them away,

Leaving a clear path,

Free from worry.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think of this. Grammatical tips accepted.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I love the rain and the sound of it...but my fav part about it is when it stops...and everything feels washed and clean.
Great Job

[Voice]

Ahhhh I just love the rain I seriously go out and dance in it :) this is a great piece with a wonderful reminder of the life-giving rain we need so much. Beautiful write...

Voice

[the darkest shadow]

I absolutely love the rain! You made it really easy to relate to how joyous and stimulating and just plain wonderful the rain feels.. It really does clean and refresh the world. Very nicely done, I enjoyed this one : )

[BABSIE BEE]

This is sooooo refreshing. I simply love the rain and noone understands me..haaaa. Last week I was paddling in the freezing sea in north of Scotland, up to my knees whilst it was raining.....I never felt so invigorating and alive. I think that's why I appreciate your great poem so much. Thanks so much for sharing.

Babsie Bee xx

[Beautified]

It is really great, I love it! I really like the *taps* very clever because it creates wonderful imagery.

[Marie Anzalone]

All I can say is I am very impressed with your images and words. Your metaphor is very beautifully stated. Keep up the good work.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Oh Austin, you have outdone yourself with your Rain. Well done!

[Jennifer]

Great capturing the feeling of what happens metaphorically to mother nature, washing away all trash. And oh so true on how it makes one feel before and after a storm. Thanks.