Showers.

Reflections of a light bulb in the window,

But the cat’s inside tonight

‘Cause we can almost feel the rain.

I was on the porch,

Staring at the clouds

Running south:

Spring is here and life is new,

But I can’t feel it anymore.

I can only hear the rain

As it pours,

Bouncing off the roof

Like it’s grease in a pan.

I saw God on Saturday,

For the first time in a long time,

And I awoke before everybody,

Just to strum a sunrise song on Steve’s guitar.

I was thinking,

“Can you hear from where you are?”

Or is it too far,

Too long of a walk,

Too many square feet and light years,

Too many tears, but the smile comes out

Like tomorrow’s sun; I am running,

Suddenly, and Ashland’s grass is good to me,

And I am me, again,

Or something of the sort.

 

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I love this poem. Perhaps I am biased because it reminds me a bit of a poem that I wrote. But rain is such a wonderful topic ... such a wonderful thing. You speak of newness here, and to me, newness is the essence of what rain is.

I especially enjoyed the lines ...

I saw God on Saturday,
For the first time in a long time,
And I awoke before everybody,
Just to strum a sunrise song on Steve’s guitar.
I was thinking,
“Can you hear from where you are?”

... just you and God awake in the quiet morning hours spending time together. Exquisite!

[Wolfwind Words]

I really liked the flow and feeling of this piece. The analogy of the rain to grease hiting a pan is perfect! The ink here teaches us to take the time and look at both sides of something, rather than just one. While the rain seems to pour down on one side, the sun comes up on the other and the balance is a grand thing.

The last two lines really stood out for they show us that being who we are, is a never ending evolution of change.

Awesome job!
Wolfie

[James Paulin]

I like the way this poem plays out, introspection, reflection, reaction and action. I love morning rain too.