Rain — A poem

Curse not the rain —

Hear its song on

roof and window pane,

sweet upon the earth

Drink it through the soles

of your bare feet,

sip it from leaf and petal,

Wear it as a garment —

robe of mist, shawl of fog,

lined in silver

Place it as a circlet

upon your brow,

about your neck

Curse not the rain

as it cleanses, cools,

and nourishes —

The sun will come again.


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8 thoughts on “Rain — A poem

  1. What a wonderful way to describe the rain, this time of year is beautiful when it’s been warm and we have rain to clear the air….. Just love your work โ›…๏ธ

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  2. Rain… I left Seattle three years ago. I miss the rain terribly, especially in the Fall. I would often get off the bus a few stops early so I could walk through it. That wonderful smell, and the lush green. I never understood why people saw it as a curse.


    • I have always loved the rain, and yes, the smell in particular. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s due to humanity’s progress, which seems to remove us from nature, that has made us forget how lovely and necessary rain is. I don’t say this in a judgmental way, but in a curiosity about unintended costs and consequences. For my own part, I will continue to enjoy the rain. Maybe I should visit Seattle! ๐Ÿ™‚


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