rain

rain, I do not hear rain, I shed a tear and become one with you. (part of a poem I wrote in 1972) Can I arrogantly say how beautifully wet with life this poem that writes us really is, even now? ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

I could feel the rain tapping on the tin roof and see the little boy curled up in his bed pretending to be asleep. Rosina xena465

We have just had two weeks of soaking autumn rain ... this is just so lovely a poignant snapshot in words of childhood bravo love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Ann of Norway I like this Chuck, with love from me, Ann We hear the rain, we feel the little boy, we see the place and know the sound of grandma calling so special this, so atmospheric, so real and yet now only words of a poem, a memory. You have captured something of the Eastern way of perceiving things I think here:- p119. "Kenzan & his Traditions" Bernard Leach London 1966 One day I went for a walk with Tosen long the banks of the Koena lagoon, and as we sauntered we heard the notes of a flute being beautifully played - stopping to listen we quite forgot the cold. Eventually we turned homeward. Some days later we made our way to the same spot and again heard the same sweet flute but this time we discovered a broken-down thatched dwelling and knocked at the door. Opening it we found an old man, who, on hearing our praise, invited us to come in and then served us with hot barley water. It turned out that he was an old Samurai fallen on evil days. His movements in preparing the drink caused us to realise that he was blind. His playing would be hard to describe - it was as if light snow had fallen on the notes it had deep feeling which we afterwards ascribed to the fact that he was blind. It may be that we who live normally surrounded by a hundred and one outward activities loose something precious. Over the notes of the flute the light snow falls 1737.

Very vivid and softly strong. I got peaceful feelings from this. An awesome write. Always, Cat

....a wonder boy I stopped growing at nineteen And my mind remains so.... Still alert and genuinely.... I have submitted two Sky poems, For the competition As time runs out I hope u'd have read both, Undoubtedly.... No I don't want to win the race That you have also read them Is all that I Sincerely grace regards as usual

Within the seven ages of man lie the seven wages of sin and the seventh heaven be not concerned for you have traveled well the seasons of the heart go with you into the promised land, rich, bountiful and pure, this is love, this is you here now, raining softly into eternity. ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

thank you

Your write has the innocence of a child which lives within each one of us irrespective of age... the child's vision is not taineted and is as pure as the rain drops in your poem... warmly...raj (sublime_ocean)...

suddenly or to a sudden might work a bit better in this sentence is the boy at the corner of his bed? or curled up in the corner of the shed? we have a tin roof on our porch it is wonderful. good to see you again. Do you still have you pet peking duck? Chrys

Interesting, that was a long was to take the simple sound of rain. Nice. I shall try to read more often to be more helpful. Julie D.D.

I love the way you've improved this, Chuck. It did need some editing, as Chrys pointed out. You have: and do not, cannot hear While technically correct, I'd prefer a punctuation change near the end. You could add a comma after cannot, you could use two ellipses, or you could use two dashes. Want to choose one? and do not, cannot, hear and do not ... cannot ... hear and do not---cannot--- hear