The sound of rain
The sound of rain
in falling,
the sound of it
through leaves,
the sound of it,
hitting the street
and bouncing up,
are the perfect sounds
for a poem
about the robin
standing in green grass,
soaked as it intensifies
as if knowing
the feel of it
will call forth
earth worms.
9 thoughts on "The sound of rain"
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I love how the repetition of “sound” from title to stanza to stanza simulates the real thing. I also love the way the poem, for me, conjures up the way a good rain conjures up sidewalks of earth worms and how hard it is to sidestep them.
Where are the robins for sidewalks… Thanks Gaby for finding the sounds to be effective in this…
This poem is symphonic! <3
I agree with you wholeheartedly. Great poem!
Thanks, Piper…
I love this – and you know what, robins are that smart!
Yes, Nancy, they are. Even Emily, the poet, from the New England past, was fascinated by them. They were her heralds of spring…
put me in the head of the robin
Glad you could go there, Mike. Thanks for reading…