Rains
Rains
The rains that show
the planes in the air
before they’re fielded by
our windshield.
The rains that exchange the traffic lights
for gems in a dangled stream bed.
The rains that weep in our hearts in French,
the rains that sweep multilingually
through towns, cities, burgs.
The rains that surge, the rains that
soften, the rains that waft
what floats, the rains that sink
what lingers,
the rains that batter roofs,
the rains
that do not behoove
the homeless.
The rains that loam tar,
the rains that just are,
even long after
their downfall.
The rains we cannot name
at first, the blip/drip upon our
wrists-
the rains that propel us
through their pelt,
the silver-fur we shake,
wet through–
The rains that wash,
the rains that wash away,
the rains gulped in gouts,
the rains that seep into
pressed mouths.
The grey rains we’ve heard of, we say
we will never forget,
the grey rains that burden us, whose remembrance
we neglect,
the rains that do not wash
but wash
away.
The rains that do not come
though much prayed for, the rains
that will not stop, the rains that mists-defy–
The rains that are so very different from coins
showering, the rains we catch on our fingertips, but that slip
through our cupped hands, the rains that make flesh shine
if given the chance, dancing.
*************************************
Very much a draft I-don’t-know-what for Real Toads Open Platform, hosted by Kerry O’Connor. Both pics are mine; as with the poem, all rights reserved.
This has been edited since first posting.
Tags: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com, let it come poem, make it stop poem, manicddaily, rains poem
You can comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.
ManicDDaily 
August 11, 2015 at 10:00 pm
Your second picture is my kind of rain though I’d take either now. We got enough tonight to wet the walks and to cool it down into the eighty’s.
I liked your iterations, we need to be reminded of the functions of those showers every now and then.
..
August 12, 2015 at 12:50 am
How celebratory! 🙂
August 12, 2015 at 12:51 am
Serendipity – just as I finish reading and type my comment, the rain starts here.
August 12, 2015 at 1:09 am
Rain can be so much from bliss to burden, what an excellent way of presenting it too. Compassion with the homeless, and red lights turning jewels.. That’s how a poet think.
August 12, 2015 at 7:15 am
It was cool. When we were coming back from Florida on Saturday we have to pass through that massive storm and you could see it on the horizon, and the waves of rain. And then as we got closer you could see the line of rain on the asphalt – and then you were in it. Rain is quite evocative. It can be intimate, or destructive. We can not live without them, but they can also take lives – washing away all we hold dear.
August 12, 2015 at 8:34 am
So many ways to look at rain, your poem made me think of how perceive rain, and also how it connects to our moods.
August 12, 2015 at 10:47 am
Rain becomes so much here, the vehicle for the subconscious, for the cosmos to find a particular voice, for the stream of the emotions to accept, or to press its lips tight against in denial…an interesting and I think difficult form to make look this smooth and effortless(which I’m sure it was not) as with all your poetry, there are large roomy spaces between the sharply crafted details which allow the reader to find that part of the flow that most speaks, while nonetheless being immersed in a fertile rain of enigma. Beautiful and skillfully wrought poem k.
August 12, 2015 at 11:02 am
Thanks. I edited walking across Central Park this morning on my phone and really couldn’t look at it, while I was editing–or didn’t want to look at it–one of those–so am a little worried that my changes were not improvements. But the poem itself was an interesting kind of exercise–I did not want to try to make it monumental or to capsulate something–just a little thread kind of thing–I think I get a bit hung up on summing things us. k.
On Wed, Aug 12, 2015 at 11:47 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
>
August 12, 2015 at 9:48 pm
Beautiful, insistent piece. I love the way it moves.
August 13, 2015 at 1:35 pm
This reads aloud beautifully. Something in the way you crafted it just sounds like rainfall.
August 23, 2015 at 10:49 pm
superb, k – the repetition so effectively conveying, like rain continually falling, all the emotions we associate with a crying sky ~
August 25, 2015 at 6:39 am
Dear Michael, Thanks so much for reading all those poems, and for your kind comments. I have been very very busy at my job this month, and also trying to work on my little dog book so haven’t been posting very much. Thanks much for very valued encouragement. k.
On Sun, Aug 23, 2015 at 11:49 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
>