Rain is the sound of my feelings.
I listen.
I lay in bed and hear its murmur on the roof,
its lash against the window.
I am content to be filled with its music.
I am undone by the flow of its sorrow.
I am pierced by the fury of its rage.
I am soaked.
I am ready to feel.
I listen.
Rain is the sound of my feelings.
I listen.
I raise my face welcoming the first, fat drops
plopping hard enough to make me blink
wet near my eyes slides down my neck
under my clothes
an unhurried acquaintance-making
warm and soft
I do not shiver under its weight
a silver whispering curtain
I walk through it, as if in a dream
the grass and trees are cleaner
my socks are squishing
I stand and let it fall around me
I am surrounded
I am ready to feel
Ready to listen
Rain is the sound of my feelings.
I listen.
I find myself a large, flat rock
and fling myself upon it
a yellow raincoat angel
the sky is impossibly purple
and the wind howls
the sparks crackle
the thunder crashes and clatters
water sizzles all around me
and I am pounded, pulverized, buried
bursting into a pain
so real it makes me whole
I am gasping into this river
pouring into this ocean
cradled into this tide
I am ready to feel
Ready to listen
Rain is the sound of my feelings
I listen
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my thanks to Erika for her prompt to our writers' collective on the origins of rain that helped shape the beginnings of this piece.
ReplyDeleteFor the love of god... my previous comments seem to have vanished. Nice work doll.. on all 3 previous posts!
ReplyDeletei do hope the narrators bed floats well during a storm. This is very well done H.
ReplyDeletewonderfully melodic piece, reminiscent of rain itself. great read, bravo!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful... water signs do love the rain - it's sound is the equivalent of a slow realease bell: clears the mind. Ask Jimmy, as a resident of Raintown he knows all about it :)
ReplyDeleteJimmy--thanks for the kind words on this one and the others
ReplyDeleteWM-- so far so good on the floating, a good way to wait out storms
Gerry-- thanks for this.... I was hoping to convey some of the rhythm of rain and am glad that some of that made it
Pisces-- what nice confirmation from a water dweller himself; thanks and kudos to Jimmy as a Raintown insider. I grew up in St. John's Newfoundland and the precipitation there is also dramatic and mind clearing.
I think I'm a fire sign (Sagittarius) but I also love the rain, especially downpours. This made me pause and listen too.
ReplyDeleteI love listening to the rain at night. It always makes me feel so safe for some reason. Unless I'm in a tent, in which case I just feel soggy.
ReplyDeleteFrancis-- fire signs welcome!! glad this piece was able to create a pause; thanks for the comments and the visit
ReplyDeleteMadame.... amen on the tent.... the blissful sounds soon give way to the icky discomfort... and I, too love to listen to the rain. thanks for the visit and the comments