Rainy Thoughts

I love the rain. Ever since I was young, I remember being inside and just staring out my fogged up window as the drops hit and soaked the ground below me. This weather most recently reminds me of this summer and the crazy hurricane rain weather that came with being on the East Coast. I remember in DC, the unpredictable downpours that would happen. Even if it was 90+ °F in the morning, the rain would come hard (all pun intended) by 2: 00pm.

Looking back on one of those rainy summer days, there was a time when I was helping out with Mr. Derek's poetry class at WVSA. He asked me to participate in the same writing exercise as the students. It was a sort of free write where we would write about anything, and as he said different words at random intervals, we would have to incorporate the word into our poem. Here was what I wrote:

I hear the rain pouring down
Falling from clouds of gray
hitting on pavements of the same shade
The vibrations hit my ear drum
and rattles like a snare before the break
Slow it down and see every drop
drifting into place
Eveything is serene in this concrete jungle
Oil slicks the ground like it would across my pizza
wetness coats everything like cheese across the slice
and I get hungry everytime I hear that sauce
drip and drop over those lights
Thunder rattles and I count
1, 2, 3, 4 ,5How far away before it comes after me?
Not sure if it can walk, but I'll give it a start
I long to run in this rain
Be bathe in the drops and feel the dew
across my skin, beading on every hair and every inch
soaked in this cool water, refreshing as lemon drops
25 cents can get you a box
Red cartoons bleed their drops
In this rain, their soul is exposed
and all that's washed away leaves
a blank canvas ready for its fresh paint
It'll melt like ice cream on a hot day
dripple all over the drains
and the ninja turtle get a swig
as the water walks down their throat
personification?
yes and the rain will come sliding down too