I Always Liked the Rain

I always liked the rain
It’s avant-garde disdain
Encased in every raindrop
Its tauntingly cold chill
Trickling off a drippy nose
Its million centipede dance steps
Puckering the dust, stirring the mud
The child like joy of running through puddles
Popsicle stick armadas attacked by giants
Mud pies with maple twig candles

I still enjoy the rain
Walk more slowly
Savoring its scent
The icy edge of its smile
Its tear like essence
Reminding me
That I now walk alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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October 21, 2023 at 2:47 AM
This has been described so well due to the adjectives you have used...
Connelly Avatar
October 20, 2023 at 5:46 PM
Sad but so true your words John. My rain dancing days are over This is a lovely poem. Thanks
Goldsmith Avatar
October 20, 2023 at 1:17 PM
I enjoyed your rain write. I still enjoy rainy days/nights. Have a fun weekend............
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October 20, 2023 at 1:14 PM
Aww that touched my heart John…resonates as l love the rain also….it invigorates! Debx
Greenhough Avatar
October 20, 2023 at 1:01 PM
A great poem. It sounds like"if rain could talk",and I love it.
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