The Beauty of Rainfall

A familiar sound disturbs my peaceful room,

I have to leave my reading as the sound persists.

It is not a dripping tap, or overflowing from a bath,

Yet similar, the sound gets stronger, louder, fast.!


I look up to my window and see familiar droplets,

Outside in the street , water gushing from a pipe,

And rain is pouring down.

Not fierce with Winter wind. Nor thunderous Summer storm,

Just gentle falling rain.

I stare out of my window, people hurry from the street,

They're dressed in Summer clothes, and yet it's rain they meet.


My eyes fall back to the window pain, the droplets running down,

Reminds me of the child l was, always followed a single droplet.

My eyes would stay with just one, until it reached the bottom.


Then up the top l'd look again at my familiar window pane,

To see another droplet, or maybe there'd be two..!!

Racing down the window........Which one will be first to reach the windows' end?

What a funny memory, of how the little girl in me

Would watch the rain,

The window pane,

The street outside,

But...... Most of all..... The sound.

There is no sound resembling gentle rain.

It plays music of its own,

Reminding me of other days gone by, My daughter..

How she'd leap for joy, when we lived in a desert land,

And rain was such a rarity, her excitement fit to burst.

I can see her now dancing on our terrace.

Arms up in the air, her feet were always bare,

"Be careful".....she may slip or slide,

A mother always worries.

But she never did fall down.

She smiled and sang as she danced around.


We all knew that the episode would swiftly come to end,

The sun would dry the sodden ground, so quickly that you'd never know

That rain had come at all.

Our visitor, the rain, for an hour or two, sometimes for a day,

Then burning sun eradicated any signs that it had come.

My daughter ..... all grown up now.... but the memory

Is oh so clear, of days when rarity of rain

Would see her dancing barefoot on our balcony.

It brings a smile to me.

a warm and happy memory,

of gentle falling rain.

The islands where we lived.
The islands where we lived.

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writinglover 3 years ago from Lost...In Poetry

I definitely love the rain. It's such a beautiful sight and, especially, if it's a gentle rain. Voted this up!


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you so much, writinglover


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Micky Dee 3 years ago

Awesomely beautiful! I love the rain. As I type this I hear alerts of text messages my phone is receiving about whether my comrades will ride in the rain tomorrow. It's the Tour De Elvis. I enjoy my riding partners and they are supportive - so much. But now some deliberate as to get their bikes and butts wet tomorrow.

I will ride.

The rain, the soft rain,

Takes away my pain.

Oh sure, we'll all get funky,

Our gears will get gunky.

But summer wanes,

Let the rains have the pains.

Lord God, make me stronger,

Let me ride a little longer.

Rain or snow, please let me go.

It's just another show.

Rain on me. Clean me.

Help me better - to see.

MD


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

A joy to see you on my page, Micky.

Hope all goes well with your ride in the rain.

Take care, as always.

Loved the poem.


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ChitrangadaSharan 3 years ago from New Delhi, India

Lovely poem!

Rain is the month for the poets to compose beautiful poems, just like this one. Enjoyed it thoroughly!

Voted up as beautiful!


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

I appreciate your lovely comment. Thank you.


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cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

great poem ..dim... love the rain also.. your words took me back to when I was a child .. I actually love the smell of rain ..so fresh..!


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Cheers!!!! Cleaner3 I appreciate your loyal following very much.

Thank you for a lovely comment.


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Rainfall is beautiful, especially the gentle, refreshing kind and the washed world looks so lovely afterwards. Enjoyed your poem very much.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thank you so much Blossom


dreamseeker2 3 years ago

Odd...its raining here today in the Pacific NW...we haven't had rain in awhile, which is unusual around here. I love the poem! Plus, the choice of pics. Voted it up and awesome! : )


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Thanks dreamseeker2 for the comment.

Happy that you liked it.


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Crystals-view 3 years ago from Colorado, USA

Great hub... I was reading it to my son and he fell right to sleep. Simply put it was beautiful. Thanks for sharing! Voted up!


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain Author

Hi Crystals-view Thanks for a lovely comment.

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