Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Rainy day poetry

A poetry lover since childhood, I've been thinking about posting a poem here once in a while. The last few days I've been reveling in the rain - a rare event in Southern California. Having lived much of my life in the dramatic climates of rain-infused places like coastal British Columbia and the sub-tropical Bahamas, I miss the rain - which inspired a poem:

When it rains

I love the rain.
It can’t help it,
The first drops tentative
as if testing
the atmosphere.
A vanguard. 
Are conditions right?
Then the other troops
of loyal raindrops follow
in succession.
A brave brigade,
a deluge
without forethought.

a cloud’s instinct

I love the rain.
the first drops exploratory
as if, to tease.
Or maybe,
issue a warning.
Just enough time
to find
a compact umbrella
and unfurl it.

I love the rain
It can’t help it.
And the air
it leaves


The rain came at a time when, by coincidence, I'm working on a painting about a rainy night.  I'll post it when it's done. Meanwhile, let me know if you like the idea of a poem here once in a while. 


Connie Arnold said...

Great description of rain, Megan! I especially like "troops of loyal raindrops follow in succession." I definitely like the idea of seeing poems here!

Megan Frances Abrahams said...

Thanks, Connie. Delighted you liked my poem. It's somewhat soul baring to post one's poetry so I'm relieved to get the encouragement.