Listen.
Tears fall like rain,
the soft spring rain
gentle, quiet
cleansing the earth, the soul.
Rain begins like a tear
beading on a rose petal
trickling down to
nourish the earth, one drop at a time.
Clouds thicken,
skies turn dark.
Rain falls harder
and the earth is saturated, muddy.
Drops become streams.
Overflowing banks.
A flood of tears rises
to wash away our dreams.
Sun breaks through
Two rainbows arc across the sky
Double surprise, double gift
Slowing the tears.
Summer rain smells fresh;
earth is nourished;
tears are pierced
by sunbeams.
Listen.
Rain will fall again:
On roses, on your parade, on Mondays.
Will you walk in it or just get wet?
Written by dear friend, Lindsey Ein, for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today I’m hosting and asking people to take us on a walk within their poem.
Image by Goran Horvat from Pixabay
lillian the home poet 
I think I will prefer to get wet actually … it sounds wonderful with such gentle rain.
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I love a walk in the rain, especially in the heat of summer, when it falls on roses. I like the way the single ’drops become streams. / Overflowing banks’ and works with the sun to create a double rainbow.
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This is so beautiful! I especially admire this part; “Rain begins like a tear
beading on a rose petal trickling down to nourish the earth, one drop at a time.” ❤️❤️
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I love walking in a gentle rain. When we’re in Ptown and a storm is about to roll in, I enjoy watching the sky darken, the clouds roll in, the wind stir up…but then I retreat inside 🙂
Thank you for taking us on a walk in the rain 🙂
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Rain purifies. In Maori culture it was seen as a positive harbinger. I like the cycle in this, the different types of rain.
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Such a beautiful and delicate poem. I love nothing more than walking in the rain and do it every chance I get. Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Luv the end question posed.
Much🖤love
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Love that last line. A choice!
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I love a mindful walk in the rain ….
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