Drenched Or Dry (Tell me)

The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear the atmosphere of smoke. - Thoreau

tell me

who cries for the rain

knows its pain

bandages its sprain

lends it a cane

heals its disdain

spitting its frigid forms, no two the same

tell me

who picks its brain

skews its aim

steers its out-of-control train

flushes its flooding remnants down the drain

easing its bane

covering its shame

letting it lean when its lame

causing my sunned and showered flesh to age whilst my soul stays the same

tell me

what's his name

disclaim or proclaim

take careful aim

please explain

Author's Note

"The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me in the house today is not dreary and melancholy, but good for me too. Though it prevents my hoeing them, it is of far more worth than my hoeing. If it should continue so long as to cause the seeds to rot in the ground and destroy the potatoes in the low lands, it would still be good for the grass on the uplands, and, being good for the grass, would be good for me, too." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

All good gifts around us are sent from God above. Remember that hymn? I used to sing it with gusto. Your poem made me reflect on areas that gave drought while some have floods. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the rain falling fairly on the plain? The Thames has burst its banks and there is water everywhere. But climate change is now the news of most days. Enjoyed my visit Pete.

Chris

[Pete]

my prized river here, too, spills its banks chris. perhaps when we all start treating each other (especially mother nature along with remembrance of noah) as we ought, things will again "fall" into a peaceful balance although i highly doubt that day ... :)