rain on me

“Rain comes from the east one night
We watch it come
To hang like beaded curtains                                                                                                      till the morning sun” Eastern Rain, Fairport Convention

 

rain’s tadpoles race down the window

i muster no excitement in this blue

rainy days are disallowed fun here

 

snow angels do not form the same way

in this rain filled muddy field but

ecstasy fills my soul lying here with you

 

the hole in the ground fills with the rain

your boxed body too but not you i think

you’re up there with a giant watering can

 

tears and rain

blurred vision

lost and found heart

again

 

I’m hosting in the Imaginary Garden this morning as part of our NaPoWriMo marathon. Drop by yo add a poem of your own and read some of the finest in cyberland.

20 thoughts on “rain on me

  1. kim881 says:

    I was going to write a poem about frogs and weather and changed my mind – and here you have ‘ rain’s tadpoles’! I love the romance in the lines:
    ‘snow angels do not form the same way
    in this rain filled muddy field but
    ecstasy fills my soul lying here with you’.

  2. sanaarizvi says:

    Sigh.. I love this!💞 Especially; “snow angels do not form the same way in this rain filled muddy field but ecstasy fills my soul lying here with you.”💞

  3. willow88switches says:

    rain’s tadpoles race down the window

    ~ yeah, really! how perfect is this opening? absolutely ….
    and now Bjorn has me thinking on “making mud angels”
    (where I live, we have more than 4 seasons – we slip from spring into “mud season” – it literally becomes a total mud mess of roads, paths etc. then we slip into “bug season” – killer black flies etc.) –
    anyhow … back to here, this poem –
    I totally love the ‘squareness of the box of a body” and the idea of a spirit being above, a heavenly watering can – stellar ideas in the 3rd!
    yup – this has a certain groove alright! cheers Paul and thanks for the prompt!
    🍃Pat

  4. Sherry Marr says:

    A lovely thing, lying next to a loved one in the rain……..a poignant refrence to one whose body is under the ground but whose spirit is elsewhere. Love the watering can image. Beautiful, Paul.

  5. kanzensakura says:

    I have made mud angels – at Woodstock eons ago. I love the thoughts of raindrops being tadpoles. I especially like this so much:
    ‘snow angels do not form the same way
    in this rain filled muddy field but
    ecstasy fills my soul lying here with you’.

    Perfect.

  6. Jim says:

    Paul, I li k e the “giant watering can” idea. It must take a giant to use it. Sitting atop a ‘beanstalk’?
    Thank you for hosting today.
    ..

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