Rain

Rain

A Poem by Poetic License

Rain 

 

It comes in sheets, 

Waves of guilt and shame, 

Blotting out the cast iron sky, 

Reverberating with a bass all its own. 

 

It comes in swells, 

Pouring and driving in turn, 

Obscuring vision and drowning hope, 

Searing light too fleeting to offer illumination. 

 

It comes in torrents, 

All the what ifs and whys, 

Crescendo of disbelief and denial, 

Sorrowful sounds drown out by fat drops against glass.  

 

It comes ceaselessly, 

Rolling in furious bales, 

Hate and anger slashed plum and green, 

Through a canvas bruised, tattered and scarred. 

 

It comes and never stops, 

Ear splitting peals, 

Broken glass, 

Memories, 

Crashing, 

Falling, 

Words, 

Pleas, 

Guilt, 

Shame, 

Fear, 

Pain, 

Pounding, 

Pounding, 

Pounding, 

Down. 

 

Rain. 

 

© 2017 Poetic License


Author's Note

Poetic License
Inspired by and written as I listened to one of my favorite Concrete Blonde songs, "Rain."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMHQmx-y25Q

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A great piece, as usual, my friend. The emotional storm triggered by the natural storm is just as vivid. There have been dozens of songs written about this universal image; your poem deserves to stand with the best of them. Another tour de force!

Posted 6 Years Ago


this is quite good...the metaphors abound...i remember back in 1970, our riots in southern illinois and listening to Credence sing "Who'll stop the rain"
as for them, Rain meant trouble...it can mean so many things figuratively...but at times it pours down so hard we cannot see a few feet in front of our hearts or minds.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Powerful and wonderful use of words. You gave life and purpose for the rain. Your words were strong and true. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


So powerful. Speaks to all of us, especially those of us who have weathered and survived such storms. And, yet, that rain is also hope, giving life to everything on earth. Nice work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love it I went and listened before commenting!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


Beautiful to read.rain connected to emotions. The perfect words are chosen here to paint a divine picture.wonderful


Posted 6 Years Ago


but a gentle rain can wash your soul,sitting on a front porch of a log home,watching a gentle rain on a summers eve, listening to the drops hitting on the tin
washing your soul

Posted 6 Years Ago


I like the visual device - the list of words falling like rain here PL - very evocative and quite apt for this one.
Rain has so many connotations - cleansing - deluge - destruction - baptismal. An excellent piece here :))

Posted 6 Years Ago



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