A Poem by JE Falcon

A poem about going outside on a rainy evening.


The water-drop touches the glass

And transforms to a half-dome affair

Of distortion and reflection of light,

With color dispersed everywhere.

Then the rain dances on temporary pools

Bathed in moonlight, streetlights, and shadow.

The sounds are such in the midst of the night,

A rhythmic flowing that draws one to mellow.

Looking through the glass to the street beyond

I see the headlights in reflective array.

The sounds of the tires on the slick, wet, street

Give me many reasons --- to stay in today.

But my soul has had enough of the fireplace

And my body needed Solace, not found inside,

So, I ventured out to the porch-swing,

In my PJ's, with blanket, and my dog at my side.

JE Falcon


© 2022 JE Falcon

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even though it is still being inside in a sense...I almost picture the speaker of this being in one of those

little snow globes, but with rain falling instead.
Sometimes sitting on a porch watching the rain can be so soothing...
like this poem....nice work.

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Added on January 26, 2022
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Tags: street, wet, rain, fireplace


JE Falcon
JE Falcon


I began writing poems and narrative poems as a hobby about 1970. I like writing in rhyme but have others. I published some poems and won some awards in the 1980's, mostly in quarterlies across the U.. more..


A Poem by JE Falcon