It’s been raining all night.
This morning it’s still raining,
coming down steady
in straight lines like a curtain.
Gutters and pipes drip.
Sounds of big drops hitting the ground
and pooling. Background sound
of constant falling: a sustained sigh.
A sustained sigh.. how apt a description...
ReplyDeleteThe sound of constant falling..love that.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured what it is to awaken to the sound of rain in a dry land.
ReplyDeletecoming down steady
ReplyDeletein straight lines like a curtain.
Rain may seem like an inconvenience but worth the blessings that it brings
Hank
Waking uo, "Is it still raining!" I like this, "Sounds of big drops hitting the ground and poooling," because they promise still more as their size decreases.
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Yes... refreshing and sighful :)
ReplyDeleteYes, Rosemary - this is feel in my bones as the rainstorms bang against my window (though, I believe, your rain in this poem is calmer...). Living where I do, there is almost always rain, and it is endlessly inspiring. At times it pours down straight as the curtain you write about, at other times scattered like bits of sand, pebbles -- I love that you give it sounds of sustained sighs, that seems very much like choral music to me. ;) Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteA lovely image.The music of the rain.
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