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Reflections on the puddle of life

watching the rain from my window

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TheFifthElement
, 01-21-2008 at 10:12 AM (1852 Views)




watching the rain from my window

I am watching the rain from my window

it bounces on the red brick of the street

it slides down gutters, down roofs, down chimneys

it slips from streetlamps, and signs, and leaves

it ripples in puddles driven by the wind

it scatters under cars and booted feet

it swills into grids, into drains, into streams

and I watch from the stillness of my room

- unmoving.


Updated 03-07-2009 at 02:21 PM by TheFifthElement

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  1. kiz_paws's Avatar
    With the photo and the lovely words, I was taken to the rain at your window. I loved the last line. Kizzo
  2. Sweets America's Avatar
    I like that very much! In some lines we hear the sound of the rain tapping against the window.
  3. 's Avatar
    Thanks Kiz and Sweets. I've been off work today (thanks to my endless cold bug!) and in the quiet I have been able to watch the rain, almost like I used to as a child. It's been so nice and relaxing, I wish I could do it every day
  4. Silas Thorne's Avatar
    The goodness of being inside, with the rain outside. I like the motion in the lines, and then the sudden stop.
    Have you read Hone Tuwhare's 'Rain'? It's a very powerful NZ poem? PM me and I'll show you a few lines if you're keen.