Liking Rain
I think of rain as periodicity,punctuation,
if you like,
needed like grammar needs light
expression,
the earth, it's children, you and I
cannot live unless the firmament opens,
and birds sing just after.
I think of rain in a new way,
no longer umbrellas or dirty streets,
or hated fumes from taxi
tailpipes,
city strangers soulessly dashing for cover
from nothing
more than a drop in ponchos.
I think I think,
then watch the trace of a wayward
bubble,
sliding down the window on your side,
a gift from
summer,
while you softly breathe,
sleeping on your side,
on a June afternoon in our bed.
I think of rain differently,
and I was odd to despise it.
And you were kind to be around me,
liking rain,
till I caught on, patient you:
till I stumbled upon what you already knew.
Now I watch for
the prism over town
late in the afternoon,
and the fresh note the robin chirps
when showers end and the world is new.
11:13 AM
I think of rain as periodicity,punctuation,
if you like,
needed like grammar needs light
expression,
the earth, it's children, you and I
cannot live unless the firmament opens,
and birds sing just after.
I think of rain in a new way,
no longer umbrellas or dirty streets,
or hated fumes from taxi
tailpipes,
city strangers soulessly dashing for cover
from nothing
more than a drop in ponchos.
I think I think,
then watch the trace of a wayward
bubble,
sliding down the window on your side,
a gift from
summer,
while you softly breathe,
sleeping on your side,
on a June afternoon in our bed.
I think of rain differently,
and I was odd to despise it.
And you were kind to be around me,
liking rain,
till I caught on, patient you:
till I stumbled upon what you already knew.
Now I watch for
the prism over town
late in the afternoon,
and the fresh note the robin chirps
when showers end and the world is new.
11:13 AM
posted by Unknown at 1:21 PM
3 Comments:
Okay, The rains gone,
now its time to
lay in the sun.
Grab the coconut oil
and the portable hand held fan, lay out our best and most comfortable blanket
down on the green shore line of canoe creek,
while the hawks circle over and the bass splash in the lake,
you and I, my lover, my best friend,
we'll be as in a dream,
as if we had died
and gone to heaven.
I like your poem about rain very much, have you been writing poetry for a long time?
Nice Picture too, you're a very attractive.
Let's put this one on the front page:
Okay, The rains gone,
now its time to
lay in the sun.
Grab the coconut oil
and the portable hand held fan, lay out our best and most comfortable blanket
down on the green shore line of canoe creek,
while the hawks circle over and the bass splash in the lake,
you and I, my lover, my best friend,
we'll be as in a dream,
as if we had died
and gone to heaven.
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