The Rain

[Deidre]

Sitting here still, watching the rain. There's something about a rainstorm that's calming and comforting. As the water hits the pavement and slickers the grass, it feels like it's instructing me to stay still. There's no rush, I don't need to leave the house. It's okay to do nothing for a moment, or two. The stillness and quiet feels good. I can't hear any cars whizzing by or airplanes in the sky, just the hammering of water droplets falling on my windows and rooftop. I like the sound of rain, and how it drowns out life. Quiets everything and everyone around you, even birds take cover, and you can barely hear their faint chirping in the distance.

The rain stopped a few minutes ago, which means I need to move, get busy, do things. Be productive. But, for those 30 minutes, the rain let me slow down, and think about everything and nothing, all at once. Until, I only thought of it. How powerful the sky is, and how I'll never really understand clouds.

I hear birds chirping again, and the whirring of airplane engines overhead. Looking outside, the sun is trying to peek through the silver ribbons of clouds, and the cycle of nature begins anew. After rain, comes the sun...and perhaps, a blurry rainbow. In about an hour, the sidewalks will be dry, and it will seem like all of what I'm telling you, never happened at all. But, it did. That's the tricky part about rain. It leaves you with a good story, but maybe only one that you believe.



(I wrote this yesterday during a rain storm)

 

[Aldrnari]

Where I live, it can rain for weeks, sometimes months without pause. A lot of people like to complain, but honestly, I miss it when summer comes in and chases all the clouds away. Almost makes me want to move further west to the ocean where it stays cooler and more cloudy throughout the year.

 

[Deidre]

Where I live, it can rain for weeks, sometimes months without pause. A lot of people like to complain, but honestly, I miss it when summer comes in and chases all the clouds away. Almost makes me want to move further west to the ocean where it stays cooler and more cloudy throughout the year.

I don't know if I could take rain without pause for months lol but, rain is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

 

[Brickjectivity]

If every raindrop on the ground is a conversation, then the rain is a picture of every topic being discussed. The sound of so many drops becomes a constant thrum. There are a few streams as a result. One is the stream from conversations that seek to generate connections like romantic friendships and personal visits. Another is prattle, and another stream is made of all those little quips people make that get misunderstood.

 

[Woberts]

I didn't even know that we had a Poetry sub-fora.
Nice poem, @Deidre .

 

[`mud]

Love your embrace of the rain drops.
Your rain reminds me a lot of quiet rains, no thunder, just quiet murmurs of the falling drops.
It's especially important; when one can hear the stillness that surrounds the murmurs.
And there's the plunking on the beach, washing away more unseen shells to be found.
I really like a walk on the beach on a rainy day, and no umbrella, but Ok with that.

 

[Deidre]

Love your embrace of the rain drops.
Your rain reminds me a lot of quiet rains, no thunder, just quiet murmurs of the falling drops.
It's especially important; when one can hear the stillness that surrounds the murmurs.
And there's the plunking on the beach, washing away more unseen shells to be found.
I really like a walk on the beach on a rainy day, and no umbrella, but Ok with that.

You are a kind man, 'mud. I hope things are going well for you.

 

[Valjean]

Of course, it might just be the negative atmospheric ionization associated with storms that's the source of your euphoria.