Dale Gregory Cozart Poet Imagism

The Power of Rain

Maybe rain 
really is God's tears 
or needles 
threaded with despair
or some other image 
impossible to conjure 
or forget.
We say so much 
of rain
because it does 
so much to us:
waits 
in hordes of vapor
off the coast 
to turn us blue,
casting stones 
as though sinless,
making us forget colors
other than cobalt 
or slate.
For me 
it washes my car,
makes me remember 
new green
and creates 
one more hour 
to be glad.

Posted:  5/5/17
Written:  9/30/97

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Andrew Fairchild October 25, 2018 at 10:39 AM DANG, Dude! You SMOKED it! I loved this. You have a wonderful, tight, concise way of saying things that draws the reader in! CONGRATULATIONS! Dale Gregory Cozart October 25, 2018 at 10:45 AM Thanks for reading, Andrew.

Mahtab Bangalee October 21, 2018 at 1:58 AM nice poem /// rain, yes, tears of God which only believer can feel in his / her veins /// lovely poem Dale Gregory Cozart October 25, 2018 at 10:45 AM Thanks, Mahtab.