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I Could Never Be the Rain

My life started with rain, the steady stream of drops, hitting the trees gently and ending its descent to our world on the wet pavement. I am on the sidewalk, sheltered by a makeshift roof and a border of trees. The cars beyond me toss the tears of the sky off themselves, the wheels swerve and then steady. Then a bell chimes, crisp and song-like, first slow and steady rhythms, then a playful tune to celebrate the rain’s arrival. The rain, the bells- one does not cancel the other out, but rather coincide with the other. A perfect harmony that the human heart will never experience but only watch. Sweet, sweet cinnamon in a soy satin river, frothy and smooth- it warms my lips before finding solace in my esophagus. The rain is cold, the coffee is hot, my breath belongs to the rain. Am I an alien, unwelcome to the rain’s domain? The rain is a cool drink to the plants, to the trees but it is a nuisance to us, it is a plaything for us- we hide from it and splash in it, pretend it falls just for us, and ignore the cries of it's true child - nature. We laugh at nature with booming, passionate voices and we trample its peace. rain is nature’s drink of life. we cannot stop the rain, but the rain will always stop us. still- I sit here and write these words and hear those bells and taste the cinnamon dew and I am human. My insatiable human lips will never feel the peace of grass drinking its morning brew, but I do find myself here, feeling all the shades of blue the sky has ever been, and I am falling in love with the rain. We humans always do that. Love is our prize choice of dagger. So we are in love with the rain and we ask: When will the rain love me back? When will it fall just for me? So the rain falls and the grass grows and our bellies grow crude but we still ask for more more more and the rain asks for nothing. It sends its blossoms and petals down to us, it pumps the blood into our veins, onto our vines, and then, it is silent. It asks for nothing, but I wonder does It want me to look or to look away? Does the rain want me to notice it and to love it in the unrequited way I always do or does the rain want me to let it be? Does it think me a monster, an alien like I think of my skin to me? I believe that the rain wants not, asks not, begs not, and in that, I could never be the rain. now I am inside, hidden from the rain like a child in the womb, momentarily blind and deaf to the pain that makes the world real. That trickle of raindrops is now a heavy, consistent, foreboding heat of voices- human voices that sound like mine and that don’t sound like mine, all invading the stream of consciousness that the rain gave birth to. In here, I cannot breathe, I cannot think- I am being coerced into the suffocating fire of voices, all playing with emotions but devoid of them. The rain is the eye and the shelter is the mouth, always talking but never seeing. The hell of human condition does not end like the rain, we ask for more and more and more, more than God himself thinks is best for us. This is the human condition- a fire that desperately wants to touch the rain- we are put out by our own choice. But oh! The pleasure of that human voice! The longing moans of our anguish, the desperation in our cries of please please love me! Every single word and every single wall we build to keep the rain out is saying please please break in, love me like I love the rain, love me like I’m scared to, because I am terrified of love and I am void of you. I have always been alone, and I let the rain wash you away, and now I am a rock- like the songwriters say. But the rock never speaks to the rain it never says please please love me and in that, I can never be the rock because I love the rain and I love the touch of human distraction, like veins bursting out from the skin I am human and always will be, I wish the rain was desperate like me and I wish the rock would beg for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 5/6/2016 1:38:00 AM
CLAUDIA, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ** SKAT
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Date: 4/24/2016 10:09:00 AM
Claudia Conaway, awesome to read this one again. linda
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Date: 1/25/2016 2:31:00 PM
Hello! I'm a girl from Bulgaria and i really like your poem. There is a speech and Debate compeition in March and I'd like to use your poem in the Poetry section. I couldn't find it's ISBN number so i can't use it without your written permission. Please answer back as soon as possible!
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Date: 9/5/2015 5:58:00 AM
Hi CLAUDIA.. this is a powerful, well constructed write, that I enjoyed reading today! I want to WELCOME you to Poetry Soup, a great place to display your creative, artist works. It's also an ideal place to meet and be shaped by other poets. I read a lot of poems and I'm looking forward to checking out more of your works. PS.. If you have a moment, check out my poems as well. I'm looking forward to becoming friends with those who do (Iron sharpens Iron).. Talk soon, LYRIC MAN
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Date: 9/4/2015 7:08:00 PM
Hi Claudia, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 9/4/2015 5:40:00 PM
Claudia, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT
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