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
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- 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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Comments6
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.
Aww thanks Fay, but I feel the rain should take most of the credit!
Feeling decidedly damp after this precipitous read - great poem - great structure.
Hope you have dried off! Thanks
Completely - I'm no drip.
beautifully written, lovely imagery
Thank you 😊
"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.
I almost find it stops thought and awakens something more.
Maybe?
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. "
Because storms are beautiful!
Thanks GF 😊
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
Thanks Neville, it was thrashing and thwacking down on my conservatory that day.
Don’t look for a puddle look up to the sky!
I can hardly see a bloomin thing regardless of where I look at the moment...
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