Something of Rain

 

“Something of rain in the air,” the old man said

As I walked towards the station

Swifts screaming lower

Something darkening.

 

“Some kind of change in the air,” the old man said

As the smoky sky became solid,

Something of change, yes,

But I can’t define it.

 

Something of wariness

Something of waiting

What will the rain bring

Down to the parching?

 

Copyright Simon Banks 2012

 

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  1. When the poem became rain….lovely Simon…

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  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

     /  September 30, 2012

    a quenching of thirst….
    especially here…..
    I love a storm, when skies darken as night
    to me fears take flight…
    wonderful Simon
    )0(

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    • Yes, I love rain too, especially when I’m inside. No-one told me rain running down a window-pane or dark clouds were beautiful. Lots of people told me a rainbow was beautiful and maybe for me that makes me less engaged by them.

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      • LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

         /  September 30, 2012

        I like that…
        I have always watched the rain run down on window panes…makes me feel like the whole world is getting a bath and will sparkle, which to me is the rainbow…I followed the rainbow one day and stood in bottom of it…was a strange sensation and I realized that the pot of gold was how I was blessed to stand on such sacred ground…being a part of so much more…
        I like the off beaten paths even in thoughts…
        )0(

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