The Rain
(This is intended
as a pastiche
of Edgar Allan
Poe's "The
Bells.")
by
Jessica Cripps
Feel
the warm and welcome
rain--
April rain,
forging flowers
from the earthen
tomb
of January's bane.
Peeping crocuses
arise,
and the daffodils
disguise
every element
of recent winter
gloom.
And the droplets
on your face
most delightfully
erase
any stubborn,
ugly trace
of icy doom.
As the gentle
drizzle falls,
every budding
shoot recalls
the virility of
springtime once
again.
And the rain,
sweet rain,
welcome on the
windowpane,
raises flowers
on the plain,
drunk on honey
nectar rain;
the caresses and
the whispers
of the rain.
Drink
the tingle of
the rain--
Summer rain.
How electric in
the evening
of the sultry
August plain!
How tempestuous
and bright,
in the balminess
of night,
is the lightning
that erupts out
from the rain!
And the thunderstorms
alight,
charging lovers
with delight,
giving little
ones a fright
out in the rain.
And the splash
against your skin
cools desire and
quenches sin
that was hastily
committed in the
rain.
And the fever
heat takes wing,
and the honeysuckles
sing
in open-throated
glory to the rain;
to the thick,
hot rain,
to the fragrant,
lazy rain,
to the overwhelming,
liberating rain.
Hear
the pounding of
the rain--
Autumn rain.
How relentlessly
the rivulets
run down the windowpane!
And the torrents
come in sheets
as the water hammer
beats
a cacophony of
never-ending rain.
And it soaks you
to the bone,
leaves you chillingly
alone
as you're stranded
in the godforsaken
rain.
How it pours!
How it roars!
How it penetrates
the cores
of the living
and the dying
just the same!
In the blustery
November,
not a soul that
can remember
there was ever
such a thing as
gentle rain.
And the melancholy
leaves
flutter downward.
Nature grieves
for her masterpieces
drowning in the
rain.
Choking, suffocating
rain!
How it splashes!
How it clashes
in a symphony
of pain!
And it crashes,
and it dashes
up against that
windowpane!
The monotony assails
you
and your better
judgment fails
you
as you rush into
the cold, unearthly
rain!
And it roars!
And it pours!
And it clashes!
And it splashes!
And you're out
there, rolling
naked in the rain!
It's as if some
force compelled
you, and you're
helpless to explain
Of the power of
the rain--
Of the rapture
of the rain--
Of the mystery
of rain--
Oh! The hypnotizing
shudder of the
rain.
©
2010 by Jessica
Cripps
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