In The Rain

Based on a true event, which I noticed while sitting in bus stop during a downpour!

The Fine Rainy Evening

Down and dusty, roadside stop
Overcast skies, dull and gray
Fading light reverberates
The honk of a car, the croak of a frog.

Ominous signs, there were none
Whoozing vehicles and roadside puddles
Lights kicked in, with pleasant surprise
Drops on the ground, ripples in the water.

Soft sounds, pitter and patter
Whish and whoosh, mutter and clutter
Running people and scooting men,
Among them stood one, right then.

Moved by the rain, observing closely
Gathering courage, blue macintosh and all
Puts her hand outside the shelter
Feels battering drops, as night gathers

Stands out arms extended
Face upwards, reflecting serenity
Runs away, into the pouring scenery
Slowly disappearing from view, one knows not where.

-Shubham Chattopadhyay

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great description and artwork took me to the rain and location. I like the thoughts and the emotion in the poem. On a rainy day. Good to watch people and ponder their place and destinations. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Violet Dreams...]

Great work

[Shubham's View]

Thank you Violet!

[Pratik]

Good write... Your words have captured the picture of the rain-washed evening with with a superb imagery... I loved your use of alliterations in the third paragraph... Poetry is always not about your beliefs; sometimes its about capturing the transience of a moment.. your poem does just that :)

[Shubham's View]

Thank you for reading it Aaran!

[Felecia]

*sighs* Oh the rain. The lovely lovely rain. I can relate to this! It's incredible! I LOVE to dance in the rain, run around it without a care, and just get completely soaked. I love to flip my head back, spread my arms out, and spinning around laughing in delight. And there's nothing like walking down the street, watching the head lights of the cars, shining down on the wet road, like sparkling fireworks (without the bang!).
Love it! Thanks for sharing.

[Shubham's View]

I'm so glad you can relate to this! Plus your description shows that you're an awesome friend to the rain! :D
Yes, it is wonderful, but i sincerely hope you weren't trying to walk on the middle of the road :D
The dancing lights, do seem like a miniature Aurora Borealis!
Thank you so much!

[Felecia]

No I wasn't don't worry ahaha, and you're welcome :)

[The Invisible Girl]

Beautifully written!! :) Love your poem! 100/100

[Shubham's View]

Thank you, Invisible Girl! I'm glad you liked it!

[Shreyas Tripathy]

Shubham you are an amazing poet !!!
Poetry touches our souls in many different ways, and you've made that happen yet again with your poem here.
The imagery of a lonely persons standing and feeling the raindrops might be a cliche, but how your words describe it will never be a match to any other !
Incredible !!!

[Shubham's View]

Thank you Shreyas, the art of putting beauty(in whatever form) to words is one of the skills I'd like to master!

[Becca Bishop]

Blah!!! That was a happy blah not a disgusted blah by the way. I started reading this poem and loved it! But then I got to "whoozing". If this were a T.V. drama there'd be thunderous dramatic music playing right now. Whoozing. Whoozing? When you're woozy you're dizzy. When something's oozing it's flowing or leaking out slowly. Whoozing? Who+Oozing? Woozy+Oozing? Were the cars dizzy and leaking out slowly? Did you maybe mean "whizzing" as in moving quickly? Did you make up a new word just for the sake of making up a word? Can I appropriate said word from you and use it in my own poems? When will the questions stop????

Enough of that. I love how in the third stanza the rain starts out as a soft "...pitter patter..." and then becomes a "...mutter and clatter..." Very nice imagery using onomatopoeia (best word ever!!!!). The last line seems kind of forced though.

Oh, and I really really really really (sorry, I'm not going to write "really" 133 times :P) loved how you described the girl/woman putting her hand out in the rain: "Gathering courage, blue macintosh and all/ Puts her hand outside the shelter..." I don't know why, but those lines really made this poem for me.

Good job!!! Super fantastic!!!!

[Shubham's View]

Well then, thanks for your blah! :D
Did you know Shakespeare invented new words (especially curses) whenever he felt like it? :D And whoozing is an extended form of onomatopoeia ( yes, I love the word too! ),
technically whooshing should be the word but meh, who cares), you can use the word as and when you wish. Sadly it cannot be patented. And the questions did stop. No further questions???
Ah, thank you. And, agreed that last line has been bothering me too. What shall I do about it?
I shall only imagine you saying really 133 times!!!

And thank you!! (133 times!!) :D

[Acropolix]

Rain can wash alway all notion of pain and agony. For those watching, for those unclean, they will never know what poured down on to that face. They see water falling down, instead of rain falling down.

[Shubham's View]

Ah, I pity those people, who cannot enjoy the subtle things in life, with a nil amount of observational skills, some people, running races donot even have the time to look out for these finer things!