At my house, at least, we’ve been blessed with a lot of rain lately. Being inside led me to clean my room, which made me find an old poetry notebook (“old” meaning it’s from 2016-2017, so practically ancient). Inside were two poems expressing love for rain, so I thought it would be timely to officially publish them online.
For once, the city is quiet. I’d have thought I was deaf, Since it was so still, were it not for the hum Of the car. And the whine. I wouldn’t have noticed it if I, too, Had not been quiet. But as it was, I happened to turn off the speakers, And silenced the man on the radio. Only then did I discover the radio-lessness of outside. I heard the wind before it arrived, And the rain falling before it hit, And lights turning greens, and people making decisions. Sometimes I overthink. I ruin myself with cleverness. I wait For perfection, or I get high off entertainment. Sometimes I can’t hear the earth turn.
And number two, written eleven months earlier:
Rainy days, They turn the sky blue when it’s grey Tomorrow. They bring out the sunshine of memories. When the sun drowns in a sea of rain, It’s brighter than it’s ever been Tomorrow. When the sky melds into horizons I can’t see Then I know that the stony sky, Though the clouds run into each other, The sky will be new Tomorrow. And I will see it Because it rained today.
Anyway, I hope you’re enjoying the weather, no matter what it’s like where you are! Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful week.
Original text and photo by Kimba Wisotsky.