From the mountain shack, I watched the rain fall,
its rhythm shifting at every instant.
A torrential veil descends,
heavy and unyielding drops,
flooding the ground without stopping.
A perpetual and mighty downpour,
an intense rain of purest water.
The droplets fell to the right and left,
rushing like unrestrained tears,
joining the river, following its course.
Across streams and winding rivers, it ran,
hanging horizontally like threads from the sky.
On the tin roof, the dripping echoed,
a rhythmic, perceptible pattern,
pulsing like a beating heart.
From the rooftop, it flowed like a rushing cascade,
falling onto flowers, relentless in its assault.
It reached the ground where it shattered and gleamed,
scattered diamonds flickered brilliantly on the ground,
then merged into puddles, racing toward the river.
The drops created their unique charm,
a complex, precise, and harmonious rhythm.
The tinkling of streams, the marvelous flow,
a concert without monotony heard all day,
the symphony of the rain followed its course.
Once the sky opened, the drops fell in cadence
until the sky emptied, and suddenly they stopped.
Everything changed—the sun emerged in brilliance,
the shimmering water evaporated; it rained all day.
I looked out the window and saw what the rain had done.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I live on the island of Puerto Rico, where rainstorms are an integral part of life, especially during the rainy season. The intense downpours, the rhythm of water against rooftops, and the way the landscape transforms afterward have always fascinated me. This poem is a reflection of those experiences—the relentless yet mesmerizing presence of the rain. I hope you enjoy it.
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Wow. I dearly love how you've eloquently rendered the delicious reality of a heavy rainstorm to effect! How very perfectly rendered with exquisite precision and gorgeous imagery conveying the lively reality in every detail with the vibrant poignancy it owns. I love it! Thank you so much for sharing!!!
This is a great description of the rain with such vivid imagery and word painted pictures. I tend to read metaphors even when they are not there and hear I searched for one but only found the memory of the lines from the Tao. “Nothing in the world is as soft and yielding as water. Yet for dissolving the hard and inflexible, nothing can surpass it.” A most lovely write
I appreciate your comments. Your philosophical take on this poem is unexpected from my part, but I'm appreciative of your comments. Thank you for the comments you provided. Be blessed!
I appreciate your comments. Your philosophical take on this poem is unexpected from my part, but I'm appreciative of your comments. Thank you for the comments you provided. Be blessed!
For me this poem was an amazing journey that the rain made pondering on where it came from. Rain is one of the things that can set my mind going. It is a place where sound sky and earth meet. I could see through the eyes of the poem or through the eyes of the rainstorm, much enjoyed!
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