thirteen ways of looking at rain

thirteen ways of looking at rain

i
rain
symbol of cleansing
dreamtime confession

ii
the touch of rain
on a withered cheek
reminder of long-ago kisses

iii
when rain and sun
make love
they spawn rainbows

iv
rain puddles on asphalt or cobblestone
luminescent pools of color
moody reflections

v
rain puddles on dirt make mud
child’s delight
mother’s misery

vi
when rain freezes
and winds blow
kisses sting
like a lover grown cold

vii
some people are like rain
you reach out to touch them
they slip through your fingers
they are gone
but you remember
they were there

viii
some people are like rain
you wait for them
but they don’t come
then they appear uninvited
and disrupt your life

ix
mingle rain
with tears
purify your heart

x
rain’s caress
on a child’s cheek
an invitation to play

xi
too much rain blinds
just like too much of anything
moderation, balance
give direction

xii
dance in the rain
sing in the shower
be not afraid
enjoy freedom

xiii
when it rains
go walking
without an umbrella

This week at dVerse Poetics, the incomparable Brian Miller offers a prompt based on the amazing art work of Tera Zajack ( olive hue designs) and the Gooseberry Garden invites us to consider, among other things, December. Usually, this month is blessed with some form of precipitation. Where I live, it most often takes the form of snow. But this year, the only thing we’ve had is cold and wind. So this poem, inspired by a form given to us by Wallace Stevens, is more of a wish than a reality. I hope to see you at one or both of these wonderful poetry communities.

My browser would not allow me to upload the images that inspired this poem, so now you HAVE TO check out the Pub. Have a drink and share a poem while you’re there!