Let It Rain

Invariably our best nights were those when it rained. - Thoreau

last night's autumn rain

tap-dancing 'pon rooftops

its clouds flexing their muscles

gusting breezes panting and tracing a soft shoe shuffle

leaves parachuting hither and thither as they nervously pull never before ripcords

lulling an unfamiliar realm into a deep, sleepy, d-day trance

the river down below frolicking with rising coffers

no promises, no guarantees but a plethora of offers

gone as quickly as it came

a dearly departed

having completed its mission and performed due diligence

drawing the curtain with a determined resilience

memories in sweet dreams manifest and others seemingly forgotten

life begotten

tucked in with a blanket so intricately woven from nothing

but puring, loving intentions along with the finest peruvian cotton

Author's Note

"The indescribable innocence and beneficence of Nature-of sun and wind and rain, of summer and winter - such health, such cheer, they afford forever! and such sympathy have they ever with our race, that all nature would be affected, and the sun's brightness fade, and the winds would sigh humanely, and the clouds rain tears, and the woods shed their leaves and put on mourning in midsummer, if any man should ever for a just cause grieve." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I saw the title and immediately heard the Clapton song. It was Deric and the Dominoes, I believe. I like the autumn rain and the bit about leaves pulling their ripcords. While our Autumn is barely here, I bet yours is in glorious full bloom. Your poem is a fine one.

[Pete]

thanks sd. here in new england, we are at peak or just past peak foliage. we just a windy rainstorm come through and leaves are becoming more scarce on trees. the colors were/are brilliant as usual. keep well.