The Risk of Rain [Poem]

There is in the air
the risk of rain
that makes me second guess
my intentions
and turn over my passions
in the palm of my hand
to see what demons lie hidden
behind them

Rain drops
find my fingertips
and linger
between my umbrella and me
reminding my dry hair
of the way the elements feel
washing over
my exposed shoulders

Rain
wash me clean
and hold me
in a blanket of sorrow
so that I learn
to linger
and not be drowned
by life

Soothe my shoulders so I can risk
raising my lips
to the sky
to drink the rain as it falls
and nourish myself
with the sweetness of the clouds
while they cleanse me
with melancholy

Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash


Tonight on DVerse, we are exploring the theme of risk.

25 thoughts on “The Risk of Rain [Poem]

  1. So beautifully written. This is my favourite stanza:

    ‘Rain
    wash me clean
    and hold me
    in a blanket of sorrow
    so that I learn
    to linger
    and not be drowned
    by life’

    – Amen!

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  2. I absolutely loved the last stanza! We are cleansed by the rain, through our trials, and that raising your lips to the sky to drink the rain to me speaks of accepting everything life has to offer as it is all a gift in the end! πŸ’

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  3. This is exquisitely woven πŸ˜€ I love; “Rain drops find my fingertips and linger
    between my umbrella and me reminding my dry hair of the way the elements feel
    washing over my exposed shoulders.”πŸ’πŸ’

    Like

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