Most Somber Rain

Written on a rainy day in Portland outside an old stone church downtown.

Hello, rain, my brooding friend.

I see you've come to dance again. 

Cold and bleak existence goes 

Down faster than the high wind blows. 

Many think to you rebirth 

But in my mind there is no mirth. 

I see your guise to dismay; 

This chill wet death; no sun; no day.

Reviews

[Call It A Day]

I have to come to Portland. Have to. I feel like I would fall in love with that city over and over again.

I imagine this poem being written after taking in the wealth of the sun and then being s**t on by the, from what I have heard, forever constant rain in the Northwest. Fun read, man.

[Luke Sampson]

I smiled when I read this. The dialogue with the 'Rain', as if talking to a long lost friend =] as you might have noticed, I'm a great fan of descriptive poetry, and consider it a great talent if one can do this with the fewest of words =] Good write!

[typicallyunsure]

The use of again in both the first and second line seems a bit repetitious. I would maybe change the first one to another word seeing as the second one is being used to rhyme with friend. Besides that the poem flows wonderfully. You really get a sense of the emotion associated with the rain

[Jazz]

I like the rhythm this poem has. The personification of the rain is effective too...it makes me almost think of the rain as an entity with a mind of its own, deliberately casting misery over all that it sees. Thank you for sharing :)

[Black]

wow,
it is quiet beautifull,
how you go from a living thing to a death thing
and that in a few lines,
like the whole being changed..
Keep it up