Yes, rain
until the grass
is drunk on it,
until the sponge
earth
is full to bursting
the windows bubbled and bent
a world in every raindrop.
Yes, rain,
and that million pat rap taps
of raindrops
and the taste of it,
yes, rain,
licked from cold lips.
I’m hosting for dVerse tonight, and we’re playing in the rain. Come and join us. Bring a brolly.
Sarah writes poems 
Love everything about this! I read it aloud the second time and it is delightful! The grass drunk on rain 🙂 Made me smile and we sure need some smiles today.
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The rain in your poem is so palpable I can feel it, Sarah. I love the idea of grass being drunk on rain and the image of the ‘windows bubbled and bent / a world in every raindrop’. A poem that appeals to all the senses. I can’t wait for some rain now, just to lick it from my lips!
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I love how you can feel the rain… the touch, the lips and this:
a world in every raindrop
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some topics are so hard to do with a fresh outlook – rain is one of them but you managed a most striking poem (as usual)
– the ‘Yes’ repeat is novel and works so well
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Oh, thank you.
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I like the thought of considering the taste of rain on one’s lips.
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I really like the good soaking rain you describe here.
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This is refreshing.
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I love this drunk inducing rain… great job with this
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Ah yes, the rain on the lips! I’ve always enjoyed walking in a misting rain. There’s something so peaceful and cleansing about it. In a heavy rain my mother used to say “God’s doing his laundry”. Your poem reminded me of that.
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You must live on a bog! Like this line…
the windows bubbled and bent
a world in every raindrop.
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It feels like a bog a lot of the time! Gets pretty squelchy round here.
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:>)
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We should always say yes to this kind of rain. (K)
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love the idea of the grass being drunk on the rain.
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There are so many different kinds of rain. I can imagine this one, the really soaker, when it comes siling down.
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Yes, the taste of it, mineral and venereal at once. Loved it.
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love these lines- the windows “bubbled and bent/a world in every raindrop.” Such a perfect description – realistic and perfectly poetic with its own little double meaning. Almost a stand alone haiku. Lovely, lovely work.
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This is such a sensual poem. A read-aloud one.
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This is so sensual–I can feel and taste this rain, I like the image at the beginning of the grass drunk on the rain.
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Yes, that’s rain all right.
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I love this Sarah, it’s so good to hear the ‘million pat rap taps of raindrops’ after the drought we’ve had xxx
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Thoroughly refreshing … cheers.
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‘windows bubbled and bent’ — I like the surrealism of this. It’s not ‘like’ they bubble, they do!
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Oh this was lush and just what my soul needed this morning. Thank you.
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