It's Raining

Listen.

Can you hear the rain pitter pattering against the pavement?

It's tracing down the windows ...

slowly, slowly,

and then all at once a streak zipping to its death on the pane below.

 

It's hammering against my coat, cold seeping through the down, making me shiver ...

and I can't stop shaking.

It's echoing in my mind ...

endlessly ...

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Make it stop.

 

It's beautiful at the same time it's not.

It's hurting my ears at the same time it's comforting my soul.

It's washing away my tears and creating them at the same time.

 

It's raining outside today ...

 

It's raining inside today.

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

I personally love the rain. It is one of the only times I truly sleep well. not sure if it is the hypnotic thumps or knowing that the earth is in a way bathing to become refreshed and anew for us all to witness new world the next day.

This was perfectly flowing and a deep underlying life of it own. I really enjoyed this piece alot.


Great Job!!!!

[Holeigh]

I LOVE YO'RE POEM ABOUT RAIN! I LIKE TO GO TO SLEEP WITHOUT RAIN AND THEN IT RAIN IN MY SLEEP! I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP WHEN I'TS RAINING, BUT I CAN WHN I GET TO SLEEP THN IT RAINS

[Nina Love]

i relaly love your format in this one, it really catches the eye,
and again, your talent with words blows me away.

-Nina Marie Knight.

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

awsome use of words... i like the way you dripped.

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

Thank you, for this one, your poem made me write this poem.
I know what you mean about ambiguity of feeling concerning a natural thing like the rain, or in my case the wind.

Wind And Arrows On Wool Bedrolls
The wind blows by my camper; it fills me with dread,
and it rocks me soothingly to sleep.
Blows under my cab over bed, it blows over my head,
the wind feels like it wants to knock me down
to prove it's might.
I don't doubt what's right.
Blowing lonesome, strong, full of grief, and yet almost
oceanic in comfort at the same time.
Alone, and yet not with the sound, like a jet, but constant
and full of coyoteness. Ute and Cheyenne prarws, saddle pillows.
Rain adding to the symphony, wind my companion be.
"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie, where the coyotes howl over me,
where the buffalo roam, and the wind blows free,
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
-But we took no head of his dieing plea,
in a narrow grave, just six by three, we buried our boy
on the lone prairie."
Comfort more then blasphemy.
The wind my friend and only myself for an enemy.

[Little Mouse]

This is lovely, especially the artsy style of your "drip, drop"...I enjoyed on this rainy icy day, and yes, often raining outside and in, thank you!

[logmein]

I love storms and the rain. I like how your line size adds to the vision of this piece. Was it planned?

[Sean M. Addams]

I like the way you express the rain in this poem.... very good imagery and flow .... great job on this one very impressive.

[MistyJRose]

Great poem. Sometimes thats how i feel. you've captured the feeling beautifully. Great job girl. :)

[Fran Marie]

I also love the rain~ it's always refreshing to me~ I also find it soothing and romantic~
Wonderfully penned and well expressed write~Fran Marie

[A.J. Smith]

Beautiful. You capture well the ambivalent feelings many of us have for rain, and the way rain can dampen inside and out. It was very rainy here in Detroit today, which is what drew me to this piece. I also love the flow of your poem and the visual appeal of its format. I've never paid much attention before to the link between the pattern of spoken verse and the way it appears on the page.