You are a sneaky one, Rain.
You only stopped by for a short ‘hello’ several weeks ago.
I’ve begged you to come back and visit for a couple of days.
The wind travels by on occasion, but the clouds don’t come along.
Wind’s breath is warm, not cool and soothing, like you, Rain.
You know what you did, Rain, that was so sneaky.
You had the nerve to show up in the middle of the night.
I didn’t get to listen to what you had to say.
I woke to find the pavement darkened by your moisture,
your droplets on the leaves and yellowed lawns.
You must not have stayed very long.
The skies were clear when I settled in for slumber.
The next morning, in the distance,
I saw the clouds you hitched a ride on,
without even a wave goodbye.
Your visit so short,
didn’t dent this record breaking March heat.
Six weeks since I’ve seen you.
How will I stop my yearning?
10 thoughts on “Sneaky, Rain”
A lovely poem….we had a couple of showers today and the “sneaky” rain dropeed pellets from the sky to underscore her presence.
A really nice piece. I’ve got to agree with the annoyance at the rain for sneaking past, rain on the window at night has to be one of my favourite sounds.
We’ve had so little rain here. I think I forgot what it sounds like. Thank you so much for coming by to visit and for your comment.
No problem, it’s nice to see a really thoughtful piece of writing.
Sneaky rain…how dare it visit while you slept? Shame on it! I wonder how you can stop your yearning. I wonder how any of us can stop our yearning… This was the most loveliest of poems. I can even here applause. Wait, is that thunder? 🙂
Hee, hee. Thanks Kathy. We got a spittle of it yesterday, and I do mean a spittle. Sigh. It means a lot that you liked my poem. 🙂
Love my rain. Today we had a great hour long soaking out of nowhere. Then the sun broke out and it must have gone right up near 80 (it was like 58 before the rain). The steam was rising off the pavement.
Just love what you did here, totally resonates with me.
Oh yes, we have that stream rise every day during our rainy season here. It’s usually no fun then, because it’s about 100% humidity. Although, I still do love the sound of the rain. Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate getting your encouraging words when I put up one of my works.
Wonderful … rain, yes … we can’t really be without it.
Thanks Viveka. I know I post about it often these days. I just write what’s at the top of my mind, and the lack of rain comes to the top frequently. Always good to hear from you.
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