Can you believe how much it has rained over the last few weeks? I feel like I have had days of soggy feet and wet shoes. While looking for this photo, I stumbled on this beautiful poem by New Zealand poet, Hone Tuwhare.
Rain
I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain
I can hear you
making small holes
in the silence
rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
How do you feel about rain? Love it or hate it? What sounds, smells and memories does the word ‘rain’ conjure up for you? For this week’s Summer Tuesday Challenge, leave a comment about rain – it can be a few sentences or even a poem or a story. It’s up to you.
my tears mix with the clear water dropping from up above, salt and sky, love and lies. the summer heat is still around, yesterday and the day before, hot as cakes, but sometime the heavens had to break. with the rain comes the sadness, it was there with the sun too, just hidden, forbidden, a bad word, if mentioned to be only forgotten. now the barrier is gone, and this bus stop is empty, so for now, while there are black clouds above, the truth is the truth.
What an emotive response to this picture Ione. I am impressed you can feel so imaginative about the rain when there has been so much of it this summer! At least it’s good for something …