Rain On a Tin Roof Ignites a Fire In My Soul
And brings me absolute comfort
Frantic, chaotic… busy,
The default words used to describe an ordinary day.
Even when the body is still,
The words still apply to the mind.
So much to do…
I’m tired from thinking about finding the time.
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Steal a moment, take it for yourself...
The reckless voice whispers.
Dare I?
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Sliding into the tub,
Steam twisting and dancing on the surface of water and skin,
Cracking the window, allowing the cool air to combat the humidity,
Relief.
And sound… the gentle, steady fall of proper rain on the tin roof.
Then the smell, the distinct combination of all living things being revived.
Fresh, sweet… crisp. Satisfying.
Invigorating.
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The racing, raging, rioting thoughts begin to fall in line,
As if marching to the steady rhythm set by the sky.
One by one, they take their place on the shelves,
orderly, organised files to be considered one at a time.
From chaos to clarity,
Overwhelmed to peacefully neutral.
Exhausted to revived.
No need to run now.
I give myself permission to be.
To soak and to ponder,
To wistfully wonder…wander?
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A soul reignited from an ember barely glowing,
The toll of the day almost extinguished the burn.
But not quite, not yet,
It doesn’t seem quite so bad after a moment to catch my breath.
All it seems,
Thanks to the rain.
About the Creator
Jessie Waddell
I have too many thoughts. I write to clear some headspace. | Instagram: @thelittlepoet_jw |
"To die, would be an awfully big adventure"—Peter Pan | Vale Tom Brad
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