I've always loved the rain...
The rhythmic, hypnotic patter of the droplets hitting against a roof,
or the pavement...
I love getting stuck in the rain...
Feeling rain hit my hair, my skin...
It's an amazing sensation.
It's amusing when kids cover their hair, whining about how the rain
will mess it up, yet they leave their backpacks wide open, exposing
their notes and school supplies to potential water damage.
Hair doesn't dissolve when exposed to water.
If it did, nobody would ever shower again--unless of course, you have
no hair to lose.
However, ink fades...blotches.
Our priorities are all wrong.
I love watching the rain.
Rain--under normal circumstances--is life-giving.
A land crippled by drought rejoices when rain finally falls.
Many cultures perform rain dances, hoping that their prayers will
convince their gods to bless them with rain.
Most people find rain mopey or depressing.
I'm not like most people.
I find rain invigorating, inspiring.
I wish I were like the rain...
Author notes
Part One of a Series of Unknown Length.
A contest entry
- Rain or Rainbows by islekine.
400 points, ended April 8, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a great take on rain.
I love the rain too! Moved from rainy Washington state
to middle of the desert ....but it is Hawai'i so..I'm not complaining!
Thanks for entering.
Write on!
*PEACE*


