The grey of a new day, clouds hang as shrouds
And it rains
Billowing bellies full, vast piles of dingy wool
And it rains
Rivers overflow their banks, rivulet armies attack their flanks
And it rains
Invading forces fill fields, leaf shield to droplet shell soon yields
And it rains
Surrounded on all sides, hope buried under mud hides
And it rains
Darkness is settling in, God where have you been
And it rains
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Good write SB. It made me think of God in the storm, and lines of a hymn: 'His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm'. Sounds fearful, but 'fear' meaning 'awe, reverence, respect, etc', not terror.
Thanks so much Orchi for your read and the most interesting lines from the hymn. This was written as I sat yesterday watching rain and rain got six inches in two hours and the creek below was running brown with dirt and mud.
Erm, we had some rain and pig puddles. I can't say it was six inches though, and we've not a lot of creeks here in the UK! Do I wish I was there? I could collect that mud for KP's face packs! lol.
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Wow so clever I have a mind full of different metaphors and yes the one of simple rain too, but this is relatable to so many subjects it's fabulous, I do bow to your talent of pure poetic skill. 🌹
You are too generous my friend. I thank you for your kindness and encouragement. Appreciated as always
Well written. Your poem revolves around the overwhelming nature of despair and the metaphorical representation of rain as a symbol of sorrow and struggle. The poet focuses on themes of emotional turmoil, the sense of being engulfed by circumstances beyond control, and a longing for hope and divine intervention. The repetition of the phrase "And it rains" emphasizes the relentless nature of these feelings, suggesting a continuous cycle of despair.
Thank you Friendship for the read and interpretation and indeed that is one of the thoughts of this poem. It was written on a most rainy day when the torrents of water filled the creek in muddy rapids. It did not stop and your idea of it being despair occurred as a metaphor of life and its struggles.
You're so welcome, my friend
This grips the soul with relentless storm and unflinching grief—each line a drumbeat of sorrow.
Your rain is both hammer and hymn, gritty, honest, and impossible to look away from.
Thanks so much Thomas I truly appreciate your read and comment that grasps the essence of this poem
Britain today is too much rain at the wrong time.
Too much sun at the wrong time.
Maybe nature is finally getting sick of us and decided to drown us all.
Thank you Paul for the read and comment. There is something about rain that is beautiful but also depressing if it lasts too long. Nothing that anyone can do about it no matter how strong.
Soren, this is a powerful meditation on endurance. The rain becomes more than weather…it’s pressure, time, doubt, and silence all at once. The final question doesn’t seek an answer, it names the ache. Strong work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you very much my friend. I appreciate your read and interpretation it takes special strength to persevere when there is no one that can help and hope seems drown. One must press on.
Indeed. 💯 You are most welcome, my friend.
I recall these marching rivulets from childhood play in the rain and also recognise the other forsaken feel of rain flood as well, sending out crows and doves for a sign. 🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks Cryptic for the read and comment yes rain is a common theme in literature from the Bible to Gilgamesh, water itself from floods to baptisms.
So true at the moment soren, it has been raining quite a lot here, it has wen stopped me playing croquet! LOL
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy and may you get a reprieve from the weather
Liked it. it sums up our weather at the moment.
Thank you for your read and kind words it is most appreciated
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