It's Raining

Listen.

Can you hear the rain pitter pattering against the pavement?

It's tracing down the windows ...

slowly, slowly,

and then all at once a streak zipping to its death on the pane below.

 

It's hammering against my coat, cold seeping through the down, making me shiver ...

and I can't stop shaking.

It's echoing in my mind ...

endlessly ...

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Make it stop.

 

It's beautiful at the same time it's not.

It's hurting my ears at the same time it's comforting my soul.

It's washing away my tears and creating them at the same time.

 

It's raining outside today ...

 

It's raining inside today.

Reviews

[Robert Luna]

I personally love the rain. It is one of the only times I truly sleep well. not sure if it is the hypnotic thumps or knowing that the earth is in a way bathing to become refreshed and anew for us all to witness new world the next day.

This was perfectly flowing and a deep underlying life of it own. I really enjoyed this piece alot.


Great Job!!!!

[Jenny Davis]

Fantastic poem...You know I have been seeing so much talent come alive in your works lately, and I must say I am impressed and digging it :) The end lines say it all!

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

A wonderful piece of writing....loved the ending!

[Cdnsurfer]

Well there's a metaphorical melancholy to this piece, with the rain falling everywhere. Rain is sobering, cooling and hypnotic, a promise of tomorrow and a reminder the sun doesn't shine every day. I could feel the drops fall with each dropping line of this poem. Nice. Rob

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

Very nice. Emotional.

Thank you for sharing this.

Dave

[Brette Medb]

I love the rain, it has such a magickal quality, something that only it can create in your soul. This was so beautiful and I could hear the pitter patter of rain of the window... great write.


Brette

[TL Boehm]

I too love the rain but out here in NM we hardly see it....so we don't get that odd soaking cold that produces the lamentative type of writing - its never gray....
this poem is lonely and sad and wonderful - pensive and cloudy. I love the style of it also on the page. Well done

[Rain]

I love the rain. I think you do, too. It is beautiful , but brings a kind of meloncholy with sometimes.
Make it stop.
It's beautiful at the same time it's not.

That is such a great line. Rain..