Saturday, July 30, 2011
City Rain
Sheets of water poured from the hovering grey canvas
That was stretched across the dome of sky
Misty, foggy air hung like a watery veil
Over the city streets and monolithic skyscrapers
That spiraled upward towards the heavens, whose tops were lost in the vaporous mist
The rain, the rain, the rain, shrouding my city in her liquid clothes
Dampening her heart and soul, entrancing her into a soothing melancholy trance
As the rain drops tap out the rhythm to the rainy melody sang from my misty saturated city
Inebriated, yet liberated by the liquor from above:
Pour down on me, run down these streets
Saturate me fully, quench this heat
Wash away yesterday’s filth
Cleanse me once again
Pour down on me, oh precious rain.
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8 comments:
ahh...this feels so good...love it when it rains...the sounds and feeling it on the skin...yes wash me...well spun
That was us last week... a sheet of rain from about. You have caught the moment perfectly.
I enjoyed all of the images you have painted here with your words...this one is my favorite: The rain, the rain, the rain, shrouding my city in her liquid clothes. love it!
Vivid images, great lines
Pour down on me, run down these streets
Saturate me fully, quench this heat
Wash away yesterday’s filth
Cleanse me once again
Such a primal need and longing. Thanks for sharing.
The rain is different in the city--"tops.. lost in the vaporous mist"--I love that.
great poem ....dancing in warm rain is so liberating but i suppose you need to be in the country for that ! thanks for sharing
A lot of great sensory input.
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