Sylvia Coulstock Poet Blank verse

Good and Evil

Rain
Gentle rain.
Softly falling,
Playfully splashing,
Tumbling down.
Raindrops racing
Down a window pane.
Pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
Cool.
Clear.
Refreshing,
Replenishing.
Quenching the earth’s thirst,
Filling her rivers and reservoirs,
Making green again her pleasant land.


Rain.
Cruel rain.
Lash-ing
With it’s 
FURY.
Thrashing.
Crashing.
Pouring,
Pouring,
Pouring.
Forcing
Down
Earth’s
Throat.
Choking,
Till her rivers
Spew out onto land
In floods
Of
CHAOS
DEVASTATION
And
DEATH.

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Kimberly Sikorski March 31, 2021 at 9:20 AM I enjoyed this very much, “the flip side of the coin.” Some of my favorite poetry ! Kim

Al Juman June 30, 2018 at 2:29 PM Very nice

Gershon Wolf June 26, 2018 at 11:07 PM Playful, yet oh-so-meaningful juxtaposition here … Talmudic questions: Given that rain is normally considered a blessing, how about flood-rains? Are they a blessing or not? And do we make a blessing on that which is 'bad' now, but may later be 'good?' (This discussion can actually be found in Tractate 'Brachos'/'Blessings'… Food for thought. Blessings to you! ~ Gershon

Wilma Neels June 26, 2018 at 2:46 PM You portrait the contrast so powerfully Sylvia. Superb write :)

Nette Onclaud June 26, 2018 at 2:45 PM it's storming here and although i love the rain, too much of it every day can be devasting!... a finely done piece, very effective, sylvia... huggs