No more shelter

sylviasearcher



The crash thrash thwack

Of rain

Reminds me 

Of the pleasure of pain

 

Wandering wild on sodden land

Alone

Like the streets

And the sweetness of home

 

Mourning the lovestruck feeling

Adoring

The falling

Of icy rain pouring

 

Wash over me with your might

Taking

Numbing

The sudden feeling of waking

 

Relentless you make my insides shake

From lofty sky

To murky muds

As you crash my soul takes flight

 

Trapped inside I can only hear you 

Whispering

Chilling promises

Of nothingness and everything

 

Pull me from my shallow warmth

Envelop me

Drench and quench

Make me feel and set me free

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2019 05:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: When I was younger, doing my a levels or GCSEs I wrote a short story about the rain. I remember the feeling of the rain being a friend who set me free. Listening to the rain this morning reminded me of that feeling. I used to love to walk in the wildest weather, but I have lost that feeling a little I think. Of course there’s a couple of metaphors in there too probably! Maybe I’ll go out and tidy the garden.
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Fantastic structure and powerfully written this first class verse has to be one of your best Sylvia - a heart-tugging read - - and now in my faves.

    • sylviasearcher

      Aww thanks Fay, but I feel the rain should take most of the credit!

    • Michael Edwards

      Feeling decidedly damp after this precipitous read - great poem - great structure.

    • SerenWise

      beautifully written, lovely imagery

    • Nicholas Browning

      "Make me feel and set me free."
      That's a nice line.
      I walk through the rain sometimes, only when I have to think though.
      Nice read, Syl.

      • sylviasearcher

        I almost find it stops thought and awakens something more.

        Maybe?

      • Goldfinch60

        Super write, walking in the rain can be so edifying.

        "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain. "

        • sylviasearcher

          Because storms are beautiful!

          Thanks GF 😊

        • Neville

          I dont know how I managed to miss this... am glad tho I retraced my steps and doubled back... I used to love jumping in and splashing in puddles.. its been a long time since I did that... rain walking can still be fun , so I may just go looking for a puddle or two next time it pours down... thrashing and thwacking sound like fun too.... Neville

          • sylviasearcher

            Thanks Neville, it was thrashing and thwacking down on my conservatory that day.

            Don’t look for a puddle look up to the sky!

            • Neville

              I can hardly see a bloomin thing regardless of where I look at the moment...



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