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Spain In Rain Falls

Spain in Rain Falls



There’s something different
About the rain in Spain
And being an English man
And well versed in rainfall
I should know a thing or two
About rain

It still falls horizontal
Occasionally with a side to side wiggle
But it seems to land with a different splatter
And the ringlet pools in puddles
Seem to matter
More

The thrumping, drumming trickles and rivers
Have an alternate way
Of running down the road side gutters
And there is a coastal tinkle
In expanses formed by the space of sea
So close to the sky grey

People do not rush in the rain
They understand this brief refreshment
And draw it in through sun-baked pores
Drink it in on dry parched throats
Many weeks may pass before its cool embellishment
Returns to break the dusty heat 

Its almost as if you can hear the dry ground soaking
Drinking, shlurping, on the straws of greedy roots
And every leaf is a green extended tongue
With closed eyes savours the feel of water
As it plinkers and splotters
Leaping in sprays off their wet leafy diving boards

And the mood seems slowed, patient, waiting
And every where you go there is a warm glow of unspoken appreciating
Smiling; the clouds do not feel heavy
And the sky still reflects its blue
And the rain is there just reminding you
Of the long days of desiccant sun yet to come

The all is basking, washing under arm nooks and niches
Where the dusty days have gathered
Everything is stretching revitalized as if from a weary sleep
Shaking and rattling with incessant drips and drops
Sounds like laughter echoed from a thousand swimming pools
Repeated by every blade of grass
Even ones eyes are relieved from straining
The blanket droplet laden cotton sky
Hangs a shade of diffuse balm on ones retina
Instead of squinting in sunglass bright glaring
Can see the deeper hues of dampened colour
Crisp, clean pervades
With a slow unencumbered sense of peace

Yes, there is something different
In the rain, in Spain
Something expansive, more spiritually deliberative
And being an Englishman hailing from that bleak raining land 
Am well versed in all the aspects of water-fall
I should know a thing or two
About rain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/30/2009 12:44:00 PM
I love the rain. Wow, you really got into it, that's for sure. Horizontal??? I assume from winds? You certainly are well versed in the aspects of water fall, I can hear it, see it and even smell it after reading this. Hi Colin, how are ya? So late on comments, sorry been busy. Enjoy your rainy days! Love, shar
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Date: 3/30/2009 9:21:00 AM
The dry grounding soaking drinking, shurling on roots...that is brilliant..you made this entire piece come a live with that those lines..this is so well written...publication type of writing Colin.
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Date: 3/30/2009 7:22:00 AM
LOL.... somebody had to ask that question :)
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Date: 3/29/2009 10:58:00 AM
After basking in the sun, and enjoying the break of a winter's day....you make me want it to rain again,....your words bring with it the magic of raindrops, .....indeed...it sounds like you DO know a thing or two about the rain. :)
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Date: 3/29/2009 10:16:00 AM
"thumping, drumming trickles" really creative work, Colin! adore this poem! Jim..... ps... I have family members in Spain! will inquire!! thanks!
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Date: 3/29/2009 9:36:00 AM
How wonderfully you describe the sights, sounds and activities pursued on rainy days. This is a stunning work, Colin. Wish I could see rain through the eyes of people in Spain.
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