Sunday, September 20, 2009

Rain

I walked in the rain today

It didn’t stop for me

The drips and the drops persist

The soggy dew pats my face

Cold, soft, looking down on the human way


Without another thought, I hustle and bustle about

I read, I write, I don’t stop to see

That the rain keeps falling

All through the day’s doings

Searching for me, all in a pout


It plays upon the pane

Whispering the tales of its descent

Through the clouds, down the glass

The rain, it trickles from left to right

Cloudless, pure, rolling down my window frame


When will I see this beauty of the sky?

I never can catch it when it happens to hover o’er me

And so, the rain, it bades me farewell

Until next time we may visit

But I won’t realize your coming until you’re departed from me.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Margaret. This is a very introspective, detailed poem. Full of voice too. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this (especially since the rain has returned AGAIN. haha.)
    The lines that seemed to hold the most strength to me were:

    "Whispering the tales of its descent
    Through the clouds, down the glass
    The rain, it trickles from left to right
    Cloudless, pure, rolling down my window frame"

    "But I won't realize you're coming until you're departed from me"

    The stanza that I copied and pasted seemed to have the most vivid language. The journey of a raindrop, in all it's gentle fallings through space to top on the speaker's window.
    And the last line of the poem is the most strong line because it finally personalizes its subject, naming the rain as "you". It leaves the reader wondering if the speaker is still talking about the rain, or if the speaker is refering to someone who resembles the rain (both very interesting ideas).

    I have one idea for revision. The line "through all the day's doings" is a good use of alliteration, however what does the speaker's day's doings include? And what would they be that would make he/she stop to absorb the majesty of the rain? (I know this sounds silly, bear with me.) Anyone can stop and think about the weather. But this speaker seems to have a reason for doing so. Maybe this could be expanded on? It's totally up to you though.

    Good work :) and the format of the poem is interesting with all the spaces, like all the spaces between falling rain, etc.

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