Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Rain Came Softly

You come softly, today
Easing over the mountain ridges
slowly, as if looking around
to see
the places you'll bless
upon your arrival

At first you whisper,
the hushed sound
of your voice
a gentle mist
then you speak
out loud,
the story more forceful
as your mist becomes
a curtain
that curtain
finally rain

Rain which softens
the harsh edges
of the naked, shivering
dimming the fading
autumn light, and
cloaking fall, with
the whisper of winter
in your wake.

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Brian Miller said...

oh i can hear that whisper...soon enough it will be snow...

Kodjo Deynoo said...

enjoyed reading your poem

Aging Mommy said...

I liked this, gentle words matching the gentle arrival of the rain. Very nice.

Anonymous said...

Oh, I love this - such a minutely-detailed exploration of rain's arrival. Beautiful! I like that you address rain as a welcome friend, and the thought of rain

looking around
to see
the places you'll bless
upon your arrival

House Revivals said...

This was absolutely beautiful. I was, for a moment, back in my little house on the Front Range hearing the seasons change (and maybe thinking that the leaves were going to a lot heavier come weekend raking time).

Levonne said...

I kept thinking of snow as I read your poem. Soft and quiet and very light.

signed...bkm said...

"cloaking fall with the of whisper winter" just love that line....it will soon be here...blessings Tina...bkm

Jenny said...

This is so beautiful and evocative. Wow.

Anonymous said...

A gentle poem. Thanks for sharing it.

wanderer said...

awesome---we simply love rain poems, no matter which part of the world gets the honor to spend some drenched hour with it!!

H said...

There hasn't been a lot of 'softness' about the rain round here lately! But your words do conjure up a wonderful image :)

Steve said...

Ethereal, rainy day work. Effective stuff.

J. Kwiatkowski said...

Very lovely. I wouldn't want to be standing in it, though.

Melissa Campbell said...

"Cloaking fall with the whisper of winter" --that must be what I have been hearing outside. Beautiful imagery. Blessings.

Eric Alder said...

What a nice ode - obviously you like rain, Tina. Quite a refreshing One Shot!

P.S. (to Brian): Snow?!? Take that back!

Claudia said...

this rain must have felt very welcomed with a poem like this...beautiful and tender

Shashi said...

Dear Tina
I love rains and as it was cyclonic rains few days back I wrote some haiku's on rain too. Your this "rain" softly rained in nice words and later perfectly, as you say, in mist.
"as your mist becomes
a curtain"
Loved the image that you created... thanks for sharing...

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Om Namah Shivaya
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Pete Marshall said...

that was beautiful...especially loved the last verse..thanks for sharing pete

June_Butterfly said...

Lovely!I can feel winter coming as I read your words!Softly like a whisper.and RAIN!I love it.There's something about rain that gives me peace.You described her very nicely!Thanks!

A beautiful one shot!