Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

From a Cadence of Rain







Listening to a cadence of rain
tap dancing in patters
on my front porch
and upon the roof.

It is an enthusiastic rhythm
increasing and decreasing
like an orchestra

I have heard the rain
ever since I can remember,
but today I listen
and lose myself
in the random melody.

I walk outside feel the soft pelting
of wet upon my face
as I respire the fresh spring air.

I begin to tap my toes
trying to keep a sort of pace
I laugh more alive
than I was a moment ago.






In a list

A contest entry

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • bird at rose gold member
    September 23

    Edit | Reply

    Captivating simplicity

    My attention occurred in a succinct manner in your first stanza by your descriptive reasoning. Most might expect the rhythmic pop only on the trussing, yet you saturatingly bring out that a hardwood balcony can echo the momentum off in the same logic. The order of comparison in, "like an orchestra" is the best to me by the novel and straightforward outlook it gives. Seems to be millions of performers in a band of a cloud that the harmony is always slightly out of sequence, the next one appearing a tenth of a second later.

    It seems the concept of your piece is the serenity of being stimulated of this odd pattern... your brain keeps preparing for new information, when really every downfall is a whole group of material lol. And it's something more refreshing than ever, whether you've kept track or not, because it's the moment of easy learning. Some exquisite imagery in, "I walk outside feel the soft pelting," beautiful as when I looked up "pelt," the definition is 'attack.' So, I see a panorama of solace in some drizzle, which you welcome, how ironic.

    Your conclusion makes me smile, like a small child figuring things out still. Finding the coincidence in bouncing feet to the droplets beside him. But, why can't the rhythm be in harmony always? Learning a new consequence can be odd but then stimulating, making you crack up from all of the experience.

    Thank you for sharing, one of my favorite themes is nature,
    Daisy

  • Nam
    June 7

    Edit | Reply
    "Listening to a cadence of rain" - you have an extra space between "Listening" and "to".

    A very lovely naturistic poem that you have written here.

    -Nam