Oh Where Went The Rain

I am soothed by the rain-drops on the door-sill; every globule that pitches thus confidently from the eaves to the ground is my life insurance. - Thoreau

oh dear lord, my soul's in drydock pain

in need of repair

arid

thirsting

parched

withered

so desiccated

longing to be torrentially emancipated

my life's river down to a measly trickle

faith growing fickle

so low, you can walk across it and barely wet your feet

together with my ribs, i can count all the rocks on its sandy bottom

all the time, longing for the cooling precipitation of autumn

i still remember the times it fell

flooding my living hell

with a sound so relieving

its cleansing moisture immaculately conceiving

the splash of a puddle

its reassuring embrace and loving cuddle

gray clouds congregating

declaring and dictating

their hands joined together in thanksgiving

not taking but giving

my tears no substitute

not allowing precious life to take root

not able to give a scorching season the boot

it's been so long

i thirst for its baptizing drops

leaning on its sweet candy-cane

washing away the stain

the joyous, soothing sound of its healing refrain

won't you tell me, please, dear lord

oh where went the rain

Author's Note

“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty. We loiter in winter while it is already spring.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Pete, as we are under many days of rain due to the tropical storm, I'm drawn straight to this write. I'm loving the positive affect you add with Thoreau who always seems to know what's going on!

I picture the author, all man, as the pic; on his exposed soul's knees; the rain scouring his regrets from his memory as it cleanses.

I love the sporadic rhyming and the video sounds nice with the read. Great touch!
The impact of your words blends perfectly. Love it!

[Pete]

sounds like you really felt it. thanks for sharing intuitive thoughts. appreciate your visit.

[Betty Hermelee]

I think feeling parched really digs seep into one’s soul… rain is not only nourishment for nature it is also sustenance for us, for our souls and our body….”my tears no substitute”……. great metaphor! love it!
Warmly, B

[Pete]

right you are. finally a rainy day here as i type this. bring it on i say! thanks for sharing b.

[Betty Hermelee]

Of course, always Pete!
Warmly, B