I Tasted of the Rain Water Today

A poem that was originally inspired by hanging up a pair of rain-soaked pants, and holding the cuff of them in my mouth.

I tasted of the rain water today

It was sweet in its own essence

But to compare it to anything else

It was bitter

 

I could taste something peculiar

Inside this water from Heaven’s gate

I could taste other’s woes in life

I tasted my own pain

 

I tasted my years on the mat

I tasted the death of a child

Even though, mine are not yet born

And I cried

 

I realized soon that this rain

Is more than what it seemed,

Because while this rain was cold

It was warm

 

I pondered that for a while,

The paradox of the world

And I realized this rain was not from the clouds

But tears from eyes Eternal

Reviews

[Scott H.]

The title of this poem caught my attention. I like poems about rain, and while poems with a decidedly Christian viewpoint aren't usually to my liking, this one was a rather pleasant exception. I enjoyed it throughout, good imagery, voice and tone. Well done.

[Butch Decatoria]

you tasted your tears. this was splendid, you have such a simplicity yet take us to the places with such clarity and unexpected wisdom of someone who's been... this is a piece that introduces non-complexity at its best but still packs a punch, great message. thanks for sharing.

~Pfluffer