It's raining today, so a short thought about the rain in the city fills my post for Day 23 of National Poetry Month*.
Downtown Rain
There is something about the city when it rains softly.
The road glistens,
The noises are muted.
There are fewer people about.
They amble along,
At peace in their own world.
The night brings an explosion of reflective fireworks
From every surface
Now shiny and wet.
The lights are somehow more comfortable and inviting seen through the mists—
Not harsh,
Not glaring.
And in the morning, a flower may bloom,
Rising from the cracked walkway
Or beside a tree.
I know it can't rain all the time,
But there are days
When I wish it could.
K.R. Smith
*I'm trying to write a poem each day for National Poetry Month. It's difficult to come up with original titles (that are interesting) for each post. I chose silly instead.
Here are the links to the poems so far:
Day 1 National Poetry Month - Kick-off (National Poetry Month)
Day 2 Haiku, For You (Haiku)
Day 3 A Poem For Free (The Good Morning Man)
Day 4 Wait, There's Even More (Monday)
Day 5 I'm Still Alive (TMI)
Day 6 I'm Resorting To Tricks (A Walk Through Kipling's Wood)
Day 7 It Almost Like Poetry Heaven (Metal Monsters)
Day 8 I've Got A Lot On My Plate (The Ides Of April)
Day 9 Another Poem Would Be Fine (Storm Spirit)
Day 10 I'm At It Again (What A Tree Is Not)
Day 11 Yes, Number Eleven (A U-Turn For The Worse)
Day 12 I Feel Like One Of Santa's Elves (Avoiding The Plague Like The Plague)
Day 13 By The Poetry Machine (Sounds Of A Spring Night)
Day 14 Rhymes With Thirteen (Bluebells)
Day 15 I'm Just Being Mean (No Poem Today)
Day 16 And I'm Full Of Beans (Steel Circles)
Day 17 I'm Getting The Hang Of This Routine (Of All Things)
Day 18 As Words Careen (Swamped)
Day 19 The Last Teen You'll Be Seein' (Haiku)
Day 20 Poems? I've Got Plenty! (Sleeping On The Train)
Day 21 A Poem For Fun (Drunk On Blogger)
Day 22 One More For You (The Other World)
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I agree; I like rainy days, too. Of course, I probably like them best when I can compare them to the beautifully sunny day just before or after the rain.
ReplyDeleteI like this poem.
Whenever it rains and I'm in the city I think of the children's book, Madeline, I read long ago.
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