falling on the roof;
an umbrella of sound
soaking into my dreams.
A few years ago, woke in the night to the sound of a heavy, soaking rain falling on the roof over my head. These lines came to me just as they are here and stuck with me as I rolled over and drifted into a relaxed sleep. Early this morning, I woke to the sound of rain and it entered my mind again, so I thought I'd share it.
No rain here today (Vermont)... but strong wind that sounds like the house is going to blow over! I got on Facebook this morning and saw that all of my friends in Atlanta are rained in - I'm looking forward to the day when our snow turns to rain!
ReplyDeleteYay! Finally found you. I couldn't figure out where you'd gone, as I didn't see your links on the SOLSC.
ReplyDeleteRain is a lovely pattern of rhythm, but maybe that's because we don't get that much of it, here the California desert. I love the imagery in your short verse, the drops thudding down into your dreams, as you say.
I also love looking at everyone's blog--we have all done a little updating, it seems! Lovely background (I actually considered it, but went with the clouds).
Elizabeth E.
http://peninkpaper.blogspot.com
I love raining. For me it seems an Earth's purification. The thing I most like of raining is the wet ground scent. I love to smell as wet ground. Here is not raining :(
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Yesterday I noticed that fresh almost-spring smell in the air after the afternoon showers cleared. It was fantastic!
ReplyDeleteKari
www.sowingseeds.edublogs.org
Love your poem! It's raining here in TN and it's gloomy. My husband, daughter, and I painted pictures to help cheer us up on this rainy day.
ReplyDeleteI love that 'soaking into my dreams'. I will copy your words in my notebook. In our dry climate, we never have rains like that. It's something to put into my wish bank.
ReplyDeleteSuch powerful words. Your metaphor: "an umbrella of sound" vividly brought back to me the words of Holocaust Survivor Aaron Elster. He explained that when he was a child, hidden in an attic, he used to love rainy days because the noise the rain created on the roof muffled his voice so that he could cry out after so many minutes, hours, days, weeks, of silent suffering. Thank you for your powerful words.
ReplyDeleteThese are wonderful words. I also love your slice on girl scout cookies. I think I may have ordered a few too many boxes myself. Oops.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment on my blog!
I like the "umbrella of sound" phrase - often like that here in the Pac NW!
ReplyDeleteLove your poem. The structure appeals to me as well as the word choice. I finally figured out this site is for slices and the other one is for your literacy reflections. Now I have both on my blog roll. :)MaryHelen
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