Here Comes the Rain

 

Like miniature meteors that explode on my face,

Occasionally entering the crevice of my mouth,

The sweet taste that defines purity,

Here comes the rain,

 

As I stand like a statue,

Staring into the endless beyond,

Leaving my body,

Escaping my mind,

 

As the tidal wave washes over me,

Soaking me to the bone,

Soggy clothes drooping off me,

Moist skin pale with cold,

 

The icy needles showering down,

Transcending my skin,

Journeying through my veins,

Completing my composition,

 

As the rain cleanses all,

As I maintain my trance,

As I continue to soak,

As I become one with the rain,

 

The rain continues to fall.

Reviews

[Rachel Landes]

So good, I like your writing. I like your page profile Writing too.

[Anastasia]

This is so packed with imagery, I felt the rain, I felt the icy needles. Very good!!

[JohnL]

Congratulations on your well-deserved win in Franklin's 'Forces of Nature' competition.
A fine poem, whose title suggests 'waited for' rain and, having on occasions waited for monsoons, or even been caught out by their early arrival, some of the described feelings were familiar. Ah, the drama of those first few juicy drops, the feeling of incessance (I wonder if there is such a word) then the dousing, the cleansing, the soaking. Wonderful, wonderful rain so well described in your poem.

John

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Thank you for entering this. It is an wonderful piece of verse.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You are obviously very talented. It is to my chagrin that I have not read your work before now. I search diligently for good writers because I love good writing and THIS is exquisite!

[Ryan D. Mosley]

I liked it. At some points I felt as though I were really in the rain, but at others it seemed that you lost that carrying of word. Overall very good though.