Friday, March 28, 2008

more rain

a smell
a taste
a slaking of thirst
a song, a melody
a sensation
an inundation
relief
from a long summer
long drought
long winter
falling
misty
pounding
hard
soft
desire
dread
a dance
of distance
but immediate
urgent
passing
coming

2 comments:

Jo said...

Your choice of words really brings this poem alive! Marvelous as always!

wyethhouse said...

You've summed it up well. There's depth in minimizing words for the experience of weighing each thought in relation to another.