I've showered many times before
But not like walking through the rain.
What is it about nature
That can be so pure?
Rain smells like freedom--
Until my clothes soak through.
When I'm wet and shivering
It doesn't feel so lovely.
I've walked through rain before
But never like when I tripped.
What is it about mud
That can be so dirty?
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Your poem explores the juxtaposition of nature's beauty and its challenging aspects, specifically through the experience of walking in the rain. The central idea revolves around the duality of nature, portraying it as both refreshing and liberating, yet also uncomfortable and messy. The subject matter includes personal experiences with rain, mud, and the emotions tied to these natural elements.
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This poem and metaphor is deeper than the surface. To be wet with nature's distilled rain, pure and clean is cleansing but it with time can make one cold. When mixed with the dirt of the earth it creates mud that takes away all the cleansing done and leaves one worse than before all it takes is a trip and fall. Once we have washed off all past dirt it is most discouraging to fall and have things worse than before. I once was on my way to teach a class and jumping a puddle slipped and fell in it. Besides having everyone around see me fall, I had to teach class dirty and make excuses for it. Nothing worse than falling after being clean. A great poem and a fave
Rain has the unique ability to cleanse and dirty. That sounds like quite the experience--I hope your students didn't give you grief!
Students don't pay attention and if they do it's not to the teacher
Ha, ha! Glad it wasn't too negative!
That woz Mother Nature informing you that you rightfully belong in a white tiled shower recess with hot and cold running water. So leave her alone - too much human intervention in Mother's affairs these days........
Ha, ha!
i find that what is up above is purer till it touches the ground [base] and that is where the dirt starts mingling..
so it is with life too..
[and by the way i too enjoy the rain till it soaks me and then i too start shivering]
Haha thank you for reading!
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