Friday, February 5, 2010

The Rain

Rain drips along the house, calling

I sit in the dark, trying to ignore
The softened reminder
Of the world outside

Papers clog my brain
Students' hopes
Future grades
Present scores

And the rain drips on, singing like a child

I turn back to the world of dry
Arid thoughts
Analyzing red pens
Instructions, advice

And the rain murmurs to me from the darkness

Inside is dry and safe
And warm
A world of known, of comfort, blankets
Safe and soft

Yet I long to step outside
Into the deep of morning
For the cold splash of rain
To wake me from this sleep.


  1. You hate the pain yet crave it at the same time...
    It happens to us all, I enjoyed this lot. Thx for sharing.

  2. This is Such an wonderful poem! Really vivid imagery.

  3. What a beautiful poem! I love it!!!

  4. Shakes your poetry communicates effectively the tedium of day to day needful things and the desire to be woke from the stupor.

    A cold shower always does it for me. That will enervate you very fast. Other than that try a straight double shot of Jack.

  5. Thanks, everyone...

    My favorite cold shower, Walking Man, is rain... best thing there is. Add a bit of danger with a thunderstorm, and I'd be out of the house in a second.