Rain
it is painfully unjust how some have come to loath you
they use umbrellas to reject your peppering kisses
run indoors to escape your cathartic touches
do they not understand the power you possess?
the miracles that you bring?
they fear your storms, as they should
for the weight you carry could cause floods
the ice you freeze could cause blizzards
yet those moments are few and far between,
as you choose to instead, nourish
believers claim that you are tears descending from heaven
cries from the untroubled souls grieving and raging at our ignorance
droplets of angel warriors avenging the barren landscapes that once flourished,
overtaken by demons of drought, seasons, and destruction
people seem to have this delusion that we are not responsible for how we perish
there were times when we once danced for your attention
sang songs for your downpour, and rejoiced when you answered
oh, how it must sadden you
to no longer be a thing of worship
we have failed you
one day, we will realize
one day, you will unleash your wrath
and when that time comes,
we will wish that we had chosen to drown in your essence than burn in our sins
About the Creator
Brin J.
I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
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Comments (7)
Great appreciation poem to rain. There's nothing like the smell of rain and the cozy sound of it hitting the roof. Well done
Dana is correct. I remember there was a time when I didn't love the rain--when it meant I couldn't go outside & play. But that was a long time ago. Whether it's for the farmers, our gardens or lawns, for its power, for its soothing/gentle caress, whether it's to watch it or glory in it, I have long loved the rain.
Brin, this is beautiful and should have earned you a Top Story, in my opinion. You have a new subscriber. If I may offer a suggestion about something that doesn't detract in the least from the importance of this poem, the verb spelling is "loathe."
I am a lover of the rain. Comes with the territory of my homeland, Scotland. I have writtten a few about it, but this...this is a majestic masterpiece and I am sorry I missed it, Brin, when it was first published. So so so much was beautiful about this. Well bloody done.
I’ll never think of rain the same way again. Love it!
I love the rain! I love being in it, on a warm summer’s evening Or strolling through it on a chill autumn’s morning But my favourite, Yes the best of all, Is seated beneath an awning Watching it fall Tea by my side, Book in hand, Listening to sounds of fall
This is remarkable! It's true how scared we are of such a natural and essential element for life. The end looks like a harbinger of a new great flood!