The rain comes down in rods,
In sheets, in cats and dogs,
We sit and watch the day
Dissolve, get washed away.
Like maidens in a tower
Beseiged by men of power
Dark arrows from the sky
Keep us at home, and dry
And all the dripping leaves
The darkly clouded trees,
The raindrops on the glass,
The mud be-spattered grass
Are things that give rain joy,
She treats them as a toy –
She’d play with us, no doubt,
If we went running out
And jumped and danced in mud
And laughed at the small flood
That tumbles down the lane
And sings a song of rain.
Te TUM te TUM te TUM. A trimeter for Frank, who is hosting MTB at dVerse. For my American readers – this is what happens in England in the summer. Ah, well, we make the most of it. In fact, when I went to tag this, “summer rain” was already a tag, so it’s obviously a common theme for me!
Delightful, Sarah. te TUM te TUM te TUM. 🙂
August here is hot and humid, then thunderstorms. Fortunately, we’ve had a few lovely days sprinkled in as well.
Nice rhythmic sound and definitely trimeter. Not only are there three accents per line but the feet are all similar. In the first stanza I liked the rain washing away the day, an unexpected way to put this. In the second stanza the sense of being under siege was also unusual. The third stanza had mud bespattered grass. I usually think of raining cleaning things. The fourth and fifth stanza flips the first three and now rain is playful and would even play with us if we went out. Very nice.
This is great! I love rain and this brings happy childhood memories. Love the imagery in that second stanza, especially “dark arrows from the sky.”
Rain is a persistent creature, isn’t she? By now we would have had a hot, humid, but sunny summer… but not so. We’ve been locked in our tower as well! I love the personification… and the catalogue of… metaphors? cliches? that have obviously had much usage by the poetic voice… “rods…sheets…” ho hum! It’s raining again; what’s new?
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I like the trimeter and rhyme. I also like the message. How it turns from the negative aspects of rain to the positive aspect by the end of the poem. Very lovely. It reminds me of summer floods when I was a kid and playing in the washed out road afterwards – so much fun.
Oh to return to the days when mud was fun & Mom washed our clothes. I didn’t know that rain was a She; maybe the gender changes for boys.
You evoke such emotion and memory, which is what really awesome poetry does!
Love the rhythm of this, Sarah!
This is wonderful. Just the delighting summer rain tone is exciting. The ‘maiden in tower’ is a beautiful metaphor and the listing of rain related idioms is pure genius.
I love how you have captured summer rain, the noses pressed tight against the window wondering if it will ever stop…Bring out the wellies.