Friendly Rain

May 31, 2018

You have never seen life until you’ve stepped

in a fall of rain, as Autumn slow and long

creeps to hidden music, a Tuesday song

on a steel-gray morning, in a chair you’ve kept

for the Friend who may yet come. Alarming

as it may be, but no sweat in the thought,

you find you are there, where all is not

as it ought be. With no threat of harming

you, your Friend knows you need to wait, a time

to dance in puddles, as acorns tapping

on old frost-heaves wake Winter from its napping

to sing: “No need to wait for life to rhyme.

The rain right now has its own peculiar form—

good for drinking, and for wondering.”


  1. Sheila

    This is lovely!

  2. Coralie

    There are few things I love more in this world than the rain. Thunderstorms soothe me and the smell of the rain is like nothing else!

  3. Christine Eaton

    I could feel this and almost smell the rain. I love this!

  4. Rachel Rogers

    I keep rereading this because it’s just so beautiful. I love rain, and the diction and imagery in this poem…wow. I love the texture of this poem. (Is that an odd comment/does it make any bit of sense? haha) And the line breaks really tie in well with the lines about not needing to rhyme and having its own peculiar form. Anyway, I’ll quit gushing, but this is lovely. ^.^


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