rain - concepts - life

sitting outside in florida on vacation when it started to rain again

Life has become a slow blur.  I've lost count of time.  This time it's good.  I've let go of the mundane concepts that I know now have been adding stress that was maddening me.  Words flow quickly throuh my eased mind.  It's been too long since i've felt this connected to myself.  Concepts.  I've been so out of touch

 

I sit here in the humidity I love.  The rain smells so sweet.  I'm so happy to be reunited with all of these small things I seemed to have lost.

 

The rain began.  Sound first.  The pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter on the tin roof.  Becomming more steady now.  I watch the ground slowly become saturated.  The mere sight of it mesmorized me.  Oh how long will I compare my life to the rain.

 

Dry spells.

 

Floods...

 

All conceptual to my cycle of life.  I've learned to swim so well.  For so long I was in such a fear of the flood... of the fact that I could drown.  This, however, is no longer even a though in my constant pleading mind.  I know even through the toughest of storms i'll atleast stay afloat now.

 

The rain continues to fall steadily.

 

I stay dry.

Sitting back...

simply taking it all in.

 

The rain smells so good.

 

These days!

Reviews

[Cassandra]

I'm loving the whole beautiful wet metaphor. Rain is so cleansing, renewing . I just love the humidity of the tropical locations. Your poem took me back to Florida vacations when it would POUR. I liked that your piece progressed like the rain you spoke of. It started talking about it lightly ..pitter patter if you will and then you got into how those erratic rains .. from floods to droughts .. paralleled your life.. the poem started to rain harder...and then ended peacefully and kinda quickly like a brief but heavy rainstorm. I really liked this :)