Rain Flood

I saw the child.

I saw her tilt
her face
to the sky.

The rains are
clearing
the streets

cigarette butts
spiral into
gutters

trees drink
ankle-deep

soft earth
turns to
rivers

and change
the face
of the world.

The hundred year
old woman’s tears

flood down
her face
into
heaving
seas.

The child’s face
in bliss.

She takes the rain
in every pore.

The rain is love.
The rain is love.

Rain Drum

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It’s been raining since first thing this morning, one of those thick and constant downpours that makes one pity any poor human, cat, or other animal who is cold and wet, finding itself without a roof overhead. ┬áHere are my thoughts in poem form … the healing power of rain.

The rain keeps
you in
roof drums
your feet curled
as nature drinks
your tea warm
as blackberries swell
restless, reading
you shift your feet
let me run in
summer sun tuck
blanket tighter
curling deep
a seam in your
heart sews up.

 

Wild Sky

After a few weeks of glorious sun in England, a sudden rainstorm hit. Watching raindrops from the campus bus, I thought of this poem. Hope you enjoy it.

Wild Sky
secrets told in
pearls
knock on glass

you hide us
behind
the window
say rain is
loud and grey

I break the glass
and fly into
blue, silver, black
Wild Sky

A new rain

Like a new year, rain brings us promise, washing away dirt, dead leaves, old memories. The world is greener after a rain, and a fresh scent is in the air. Happy New Year to everyone- may a fresh, green, growing start to 2013 be with you all!

Long-fingered green
goddess hands
with rings of silver
drop tears
on the leaves and
pavements.

Shaking her bangles
a tinkling of rain.

Silver-ringed hands
are stars that flowers
navigate by
equal jewels to
diamonds in the sky.

Young buds unfurl
green to orange sunset
her fingers paint
colours on the earth
and wash the dirt
where we stood
even sidewalks
gleam with silver.

Her breath a night breeze
sweet jasmine scent
she slips away
the air is still
the dusty day
holds its breath.

Our steps grind
dirt leaves blood
where it stands
dead leaves dry
sidewalks grey.

A tinkling of rings
flowers bloom
in the pavement
cracks.

She cries
a new day.

A Fragile Offering

To all the would-be lovers out there, wondering if it’s really wise to take that first step.

A fragile offering –
moonbeams
shine on
candy hearts
melting in the rain.

I want to say come in.

But my arms are too thin
to hold you and my laugh
comes and goes like a
cloud revealing sun
then passing by again to
cover its yellow eye with
rain.

I want to say come in.

My heart cracked and fiss-
ured a glacier
beginning to slide.

How you are shaking in the rain.

I hold out my hands
for the moonbeams
in your eyes
hope a fragile thing
melting in the rain.