A Sonnet for the Rhythm of Rain
The ebb and flow of rhythmic raindrops call
Convincing me to lay and read a book
And as the pitter patter starts to fall
Beyond my windowpane, I take a look
A rush of calm envelopes me within
The words begin to stir amid a thought
As lovers hold their passion's bridled sin
Into the net's seduction, they are caught
Resounding echoes from the beating drum
The dwarves of yore, a clink and clank of stone
And as their baritones and basses hum
No miners are they now; just flesh and bone
The rainfall tapers off, I, in my keep
Embrace the parting clouds and drift to sleep
Namesake
I was conceived
in a primal shiver of sin -
a six minute
slow dance in the rain.
It began with a ripple
that splashed on skin,
the sweet smell of rain
bringing love into bloom,
stroking dripping hair
as expectant clouds pattered
on battered sidewalks.
Thunder ravaged the lovers
and accompanied their cries,
storm’s drumbeat of lust,
lightning flames igniting heat,
taste buds unlocking to taste
every trickle of moisture.
Rain so deep
it cut into their souls,
seductive teasing
of cloud sheets in
passionate refrain.
Water wept into joy
as they sailed
upon rivers of passion
as cloud tents
leaked rain.
Crescendo of fervor
grew louder and louder
as deluge increased
from cloudburst floods
to overflowing dams of
lingering earthy smell
of rain and sensuality.
As I kiss the rain
for ushering in
my conception,
I thank the rain
for my name,
because my name
is Rain.
Life as Rain
When I was a boy
living in the outback
The sound of rain
on a tin roof at night
would nudge me into sleep
As I grew older
and living in the city
I would leave my window
open and wake at morning
to wet sheets and warm toes
As a man
I'd nestle with my daughters
at night during rain
and imagine that we were
in a cave by the sea near a fire
I miss those nights
they were clean and pure
and warm amongst
the sheets snuggled
rain has changed
and so have I
By the Window
Rain was my call to the window
At night
My gray inside
Had a place to play
In another
Dark
Where there was no need for hiding
And smile for the smile I was given
Perhaps
Trace a name in thick breath
Fingertips
Across the pane
For the candle I burned that day
Rebellious head
But content in the music
I slept against the wall
Back then
Against the sandpaper texture
Of nicotine amber
On an old black lounge
Was warm
Knees to the paint
And thunder rolling
A rumble through the thighs
My belly
A palm exit in waves
Back into the air
No one asked me to pull the window shut
To keep the cushions dry
I smoked half burned Marlboro Reds
My mother left
Forgotten
Lipstick kisses
Love from an ashtray
Scribbles of black across bleeding blue lines
Against a frame beaded in condensation
Release
Of the inside
Buzzing
But
Manageable
Enough for words
I listened to those Crows
More than I should have
But I learned
Sweet revelations in muted pounding
Pellets on tin roof
That lyrics were my muse
So I sang mine to the fly screen
And waited for the night
To spit back into my face
Lick me
Drown me
Or shut me up
Gravel rising to the pouring
Stirring
The filth we've beaten in with our soles
An escape for the dirt
We've compacted
But the human cannot stop this sky from weeping it free
As it deserves
Webs of blue and gold
Crack
Through the black
To catch the shadows
Who meant to stay the night
I was safe
The voices fade in the storms
Into their own spaces
Where they too
Could rest
Without a pinching masquerade
Of faces
Outside
Lost and sinking
In the silence
Of the falling
Rain
Eternal Rain
I turn.
Water flies
And drips
And slides off my skin.
He watches with
Eyes full of
Wonder
I smile.
Water dances
And skips
And flows off my face.
He watches with
Hands full of
Love.
He approaches.
Water mingles
And joins
And fills up my heart.
I watch with
Head full of
questions.
He kisses me.
All concept I had of
Structure
In the world
Fades into an
Amalgamation
Of desire
And
Amazement
And
The
Ever-pouring
Rain.
Night Rain (Songs from the stars)
Rain drops crashing on the leaves
As I tune my focus
Sparrows sheltered on the trees
And thus serenity told us
Empowering the earth, the seeds
Atomic bonds that holds us
And so in moments like these
I pour a cup of solstice
Suppose this ......mmmm life?
And the whole meaning of it
I know it's kinda cliché
But everyone's dreaming of it
And so it seems
That in my dreams, I'm just weaving on it
Clichés are perfectly fine
when the clouds are raining on it
So go ahead mr. nimbus
go ahead
Let it rain
I'm perfectly calm
If thou providest me company or none
I'm not bitter with the sun
And in the night time when you don't see the stars
You could hear them through the rain.
The Storm Within
Across the sky, a cannonade;
black-bellied clouds give chase
as lightning joins the dark parade,
and chill winds howl and race.
I bundle up against the storm
to ride it out until the morn.
I bundle up,
I bundle up,
but in my soul I can’t get warm.
Staccato rain begins to drum,
the world now dressed in gray
as icy water sheets and runs
and washes hope away.
My silent tears fall to the floor.
As darkness has its way once more,
my silent tears,
my silent tears
run like the rain, from eyes grown sore.
I close my eyes and rest my brow
upon the window pane
and listen to the wretched sound
of unrelenting rain.
I say your name and in reply
no answer comes but stormy skies.
I say your name.
I say your name
then slowly hang my head and cry.
(c) 2016 - dustygrein
(a trijan refrain)
Social butterfly
rain your pelting drops burn my skin
it drops down like my tears
It covers my soul
it douse's my skin in liquid metal
forming a cocoon over my body
swallowing the last drop of oxygen
it burns my skin like acid
shedding off the dead skin
and leaving me uncovered and naked
as seething eyes look on in awe
at the image before for them
reaching out
mouths gaped open
pulling back my wings
and helping me fly
scrubbing my shell
collecting rain and douses me in sadness
they thought it was helping me but the rain
makes me kind of sad
because I was kinda thinking about flying today
but I'll just stay inside my cocoon
I'll make new friends another day......