Sunday, May 11, 2008

warm feeling----One Single Impression



when droplets of rain travelled on dark clouds,
they waited to be shed at an appropriate time.

I stood there watching out for the first drops
of rains on my head, wanting and welcoming it,
a warm feeling of anticipation cocooning me.

as I waited with a peppy song in my heart,
winds came out of nowhere dispersing them
to tiny useless drops on the parched earth-

making dust rise out of it, the smell hitting
my nostrils. instead of rains, now I was swathed
with dust, a cloud of it surrounded me, almost

trapping me. somehow I escaped and as usual
my shower was simulated rainy day for me.

21 comments:

WillThink4Wine said...

I can relate to this, especially this week. They've been promising us rain for weeks and it gets a little cloudy and then the sun shines once more. Teasing me, yet again.

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Whitesnake said...

wonderful

Edward S Gault said...

This souns almost like it could be April-Promising rain ,then not delivering! T.S. Eliot was right about it being the cruelest month.
You did an excellent job on this.
Thank You!

Mandy said...

This is the rain that hangs in the air instead of falling.

SandyCarlson said...

Hope, and all the reasons for it, blown away by experience. You have captured this so vividly, I can see it and even feel the dust. I like your return to the shower! We can make hope new. Thanks for this wonderful piece.
Writing in Faith: Poems

the teach said...

Such feeling and creativity! Lovely, gautami! :D

qualcosa di bello said...

in can smell the approaching rain in your words...& that feeling of desertion in the 'useless drops' is palpable. very vivid

Julia Smith said...

I like your closing lines:

'trapping me. somehow I escaped and as usual
my shower was simulated rainy day for me.'

Wanting to be showered by true rain instead of by indoor plumbing seems more like a primeval urge that modern life removes from us.

Pam said...

This poem reminds me of the rain that never reaches the ground in Colorado called verga. You see it coming but it never arrives.

Just someone said...

Beautiful - I can totally relate to this feeling:) my hometown boasts of a lot of rains ... made me nostalgic; beautiful poetry!

sage said...

nice, it's raining her today, but it's not warm, quite cool for this time of the year

Raven said...

Lovely poem. Like sage, we are having cool rainy weather where I am. I like the way you brought all the senses into this. Very visceral and evocative.

texasblu said...

Oh yes, been there many times.

I love your imagey - you're so good at it! I can smell the dust with you, feel the anticiaption with you...

good stuff.

MyBellavia said...

Wonderful work. That rains promise teases and evades. I love the smell of the air "after" the fall. So clean and sweet.

Teri C said...

It is just beautifully written and so visual!

gardenpath said...

I love the way you described the anticipation of rain. Very nice.

Quiet Paths said...

This has also been my experience with whimsical rain clouds. You have captured that feeling of anticipation very well. And also the frustration of a eight inch rain. (We call it that because you get a drop every eight inches.) Well done!

one more believer said...

really enjoyed this one... felt as if i was right there... another afternoon in the everyday life.. especially enjoyed the shower...

Annie said...

I smelled that unpleasant and oh so identifiable smell at the word "useless". Hot. Astringent. Musty. The poem felt utterly real to me.

polona said...

oh! that described the feeling so well