March 25

I Like The Driving Rain

I like the driving rain

An angry pour

Spreading like a stain

Threatening for more

 

The grey is all pervasive

Stealing my peace and quiet

Making my thoughts invasive

Reminding me I‘m not the pilot

 

Damp rises

Flagstones cold under my feet

Rheumatic aches for prizes

Obvious to anyone on the street

 

Trees stand in the wet looking neglected

Bare mottled arms flex and creak

Yet under them I feel protected

Reassuring me it’s safe to speak

 

Meanwhile the earth drinks

Gullet full

Runnels at the brink

Submitting counterclockwise to the earth’s pull

As if it were travelling down my sink

~Charlotte Greer Slater  2.21.2011

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Posted March 25, 2020 by Charlotte Von Woffle Greer in category "All of Charlotte's Poetry

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