A woman weeping out my window

Out my half-open window,

I could smell the rain that poured

like a bucket onto the street.

And like a woman's fine hair,

it weaved back and forth

on the road, blustered by

the wind.

Like a woman's fury,

thunder shook my walls.

Tail light reflections on the road

sizzled as though her outbursts

smouldered and fumed.

I listened to her anger,

her indignation,

her riled mood,

and her irritability

until she finally calmed down

and fell asleep.  

Author's Note

Personification.

Reviews

[light and ashes]

Great. Just perfect personification.

[Relic]

I'm happy you liked this one, Thanks, L. :)

[light and ashes]

You're welcome.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Good morning, my friend,

Sitting here in Lorraine, Texas — snugly warm in my home that has become a Motorhome, sipping coffee and chasing it with a cold beer over a Ramen Noodles breakfast of truest champions — I sit in quietly wordy reverie of meditative contemplation as my heart and mind is stirred the romantically philosophical thoughts that your heart, set to pen of page, creates ever so panoramically within my mind as I consider how women weep when wounded, and how Nature sometimes weeps in torrents of tears upon this earth, that Man is all too often neglecting or abusing ... I must say that is fine piece of Poetry is most excellently and majestically written ... I thoroughly enjoyed the read ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Marvin. :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like the comparison of the rain to a weeping woman. I was reminded of the song After the Rain by Nelson. The only thing more soothing to me than the aftermath of a storm is that peaceful silence found in new falling snow when even the birds are hushed. Well crafted, my friend.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Fabian. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I love the rain. Not only soul zooyjing but it is mother nature taking care go her children.

[Relic]

Thanks very much for your thoughts, Cowboy.

[Sheila Kline]

Your words give me cause to feel the sorrow of the woman when compared to the falling rain pooling in the street, the claps of thunder as she wailed and then to know the hoped-for peace of her sleep. It is then we hope that the sun was shining when she was relieved of the burden of her tears.
Your comparison of her sadness to the description of a rainstorm is creative and appreciated by me. There are times when we feel as if we are caught in the storms of life, and we wait for the joy to return!

[Relic]

Thanks so much for your comment, Sheila. It's much appreciated.

[JE Falcon]

Well done and so filled with visions. Such a great writing!

[Relic]

Thank you, JE. :)

[keith]

nothing like having a window with grand view
inspired me ... thanks

rain wet go away
ain't got time i need to play
gramas comin to take me away
spendin time with her today
we'll stop for ice creme on the way
then on my pillow my head will lay
sun came out what can i say

[Relic]

ha, good one, keith. Thanks for the read. :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

How many times does it rain 🌧 and we only see weather? The connection to nature and rhe elements is when we see more.
I love this story when the weather becomes part of the story.

[Relic]

Thank you, Cherrie. :)

[Chris Shaw]

I enjoyed the personification in this piece Tim. The senses awakened. Sight, smell and sound. Also the movement of the rain on the road. A very visual piece. Quite a rain storm took place here, displaying some of a woman's more negative emotions. Posted image is perfect for this poem. Good job done.

Chris

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Chris. :)

[Carola]

an interesting attribution of a storm to a woman. lovely descriptions & imagery.
i don't know if it's worldwide, but here in australia our cyclones (your hurricanes) were always given female names until 1975 when became both male & female names.
the photo goes well with your poem.
cheerio carola

[Relic]

Thank you, Carola.