Saturday, September 16, 2006

Poem: The Rain

The Rain

I am the rain
I love the rain

With soaking touch
I am the rain
Of sweeping reach
I love the rain
Through quenching breath
I am the rain
By puddles formed
I love the rain
To flowing streams
I am the rain
From beating drops
I love the rain
In rhythmic strokes
I am the rain
This rainy day

I love the rain
I am the rain

Wind blown trees
Broken branches
Luminous puddles form
Rain beats down with endless vigor
Grayed skies show no sign of relenting

The rain ... the rain ... the rain

Cold skirmishes with alerted hairs on exposed arms
Drops trickle down a smooth cheek

I am the rain

Copyright SGW 2006

2 comments:

Leanderthal, Lighthouse Keeper said...

Here's one on rain from my collection, The Poet and the Pendulum, 2001.

Rain, gentle or heavy,
When I'm alone and in thought,
Is pleasing and friendly,
Helps imagination be caught

By heaven knows what.
It really doesn't matter'
Just rain and my thought,
On mind's window nice patter.

Unknown said...

I like its simplicity. I also fully agree on rain working well with a person in thought, as I often have connected the two.