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Rain
Picture and poem made me smile.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. Thanks, Trink.
Love this poem and photograph.
I have always loved rain and rainy days. I am quite nearsighted and always have been, and the sun makes me squint. I think I love rainy days and green because I can open my eyes and relax. :)
I like it when the rain stops.
Nice work, Trink.
Ya’ll are so kind. Thank you from my heart. I wrote that poem four decades ago. My uncle taught English and speech. A gruff no-nonsense fellow. I timidly showed it to him and he frowned beneficently and remarked that as far as he was concerned it was as good as anything he’d seen recently. From him: that was pretty good.
The picture is more recent. A lucky confluence of rain and a shaft of light.
Dang it Trink! You’re making me like poetry.
I think that closing suggestion–about time stopping when the rain abates some–is gold. I know exactly what that means! Thanks for sharing the poem!
& Happy Easter!
Nice, Trink, the way the last lines imitate the sound of rain. And I love the photo. We’ve had a lot of it here lately, and it really cooled the weather off.
Have I mentioned that Trink and I are sisters? This may or may not be a good place to do it.
Good — if you admire me for my family relationship to such talent. Bad — if you figure out who got all the talent.
BTW, I have a whole coffee table book of these. Nanee, nanee, naa nee!
You are much too modest, WC. I love when you write. Although now I’m jealous of your table book!
Love it! Thanks.
So beautiful! Love the picture and the poem is a delight – thankful for both! Happy Easter!
Whoa! That looks a little dicey! How many inches of rain do you have to get for this effect?
I don’t know how many inches it was, but it was a deluge for sure.
Terrific poetry! I love to watch rain fall. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the dry part of the West, where it isn’t that common.
Growing up in the Pacific North-wet, we are used to lots of rain. I love the sound of rain on the roof. In my old condo that wasn’t quite as well-insulated as our current house, it would be really loud in my bedroom. Great for lulling me to sleep.
Beautiful poetry, Trink! Beautiful picture, too.
Very nice, Trink. I liked it a lot.
Beautiful. Whenever I stop to listen to the rain I recall Whittaker Chamber’s discussion of his brother (who committed suicide) calling for Whittaker to come look at the rain. I don’t have the exact quote, but it was the insight that his brother knew the rain was sad. I haven’t read Witness in 40 years, but that passage is a constant memory.
Lying in bed myself, just now, listening to the “rain, rain . . . rain.” Thank you,Trink. That’s lovely.
Sweet!
P.S. Why is this on the Main Feed?
P.P.S. You can put your knives away now. I was only kidding about the Main Feed thing, not kidding about the Sweet!
Rain…is heaven scent.
Pouring rain is poetry – a pluviophile’s delight. Lovely!
Real nice gentle warm rain right now in Silicon Valley.
Coincidence? Nah.
You people! I’ve been traveling all day and just got to your comments.
From this old heart that is struggling with Spring – Thank you.
And @mikelaroche – I was listening to that incredible piece whilst reading the comments.
Thank you.
Thanks for this, Trink! I continue to be impressed by your ability to pull something special out of your archive for any topic.
This conversation is part of a Group Writing series with the theme “Water”, planned for the whole month of April. If you follow this link, there’s more information about Group Writing. The schedule is updated to include links to the other conversations for the month as they are posted. There are a couple of dates still available if you wanted to sign up.
You’re very kind to let me do so. After seven decades on this planet there aren’t too many topics about which I’ve not written a poem. And people have been so kind and indulgent with my attempts. Thank you so much for your important role as the steering committee :)
Trink, I think this needs scoring…It’s a song. Love it!