On 13 Days of Rain
Hush now, dog!
There’s nuthin’ on the front
porch but an empty chair
rockin’ in the rain spatter
drippin’ off the roof. Thunder’s
rappin’ an a-rollin’ and lightnin’s
doin’ the stanky leg ‘cross
the sky – yeah, it’s loud enough
to wake the dead but they best
stay sleepin’ lest they
float away too.
I wrote this back in 2012 one rainy day when the dog was barking at the rain. This year has had more extended and torrential rain than I remember occurring in a long, long time in a city known for torrential rain. We had a few days of sunshine last week but the clouds have gathered again and the windows are blurry with humid condensation. I do love the rain, love curling up on the couch with a good book or movie while it patters on the roof. But. Too much of a nice thing becomes annoying.
4 thoughts on “On 13 Days of Rain”
Nice. I rather like how this poem starts, talking to the dog. Could be a first step to a new theme. Tho in my case it would need be – a cat. Thanks for the idea!
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Thanks for reading!
It does. We’re having a respite…hopefully it will come your way as well. (K)
The scene may not be all that desirable, but I love how you’ve described it.