Beautiful poem, Rajani! Rain was always considered romantic and poetic. I love rains except when it muddies the roads or floods and takes people's lives. The lines "The rain, weapon. The rain, wound." reminded me of the recent rains in Kerala. We all get worried when it rains non-stop in Kerala, not knowing what havoc will the rains cause next. Otherwise the rain is soothing and feels like a blessing. Loved the lines "Clouds bend lower to pray." 😍
Thank you, Vidya...yes, rain has a dark side and I tend to write to it a lot, especially as we get deeper into the monsoon. But writing this poem in March was purely inspiration from those other two splendid poems.
Thank you, Mahdi...it is an interesting concept isn't it...if we think of rain as renewal, then something has succumbed and is in need of renewal - earth or spirit...or love. Rain is a muse from every POV!!!
Yes, yes, we must, K...if we can. Sometimes though, much like the monsoon, we have no control over it...I wish all arks were possible, actually I wish there were no arks needed...
"The sky of a billion years
enters each drop. " - that's really beautiful l, Rajani. An incredible poem 💞
Thank you, Nazish. It was amazing to read those other two poems and I just had to bring that rain home. :)
Beautiful poem, Rajani! Rain was always considered romantic and poetic. I love rains except when it muddies the roads or floods and takes people's lives. The lines "The rain, weapon. The rain, wound." reminded me of the recent rains in Kerala. We all get worried when it rains non-stop in Kerala, not knowing what havoc will the rains cause next. Otherwise the rain is soothing and feels like a blessing. Loved the lines "Clouds bend lower to pray." 😍
Thank you, Vidya...yes, rain has a dark side and I tend to write to it a lot, especially as we get deeper into the monsoon. But writing this poem in March was purely inspiration from those other two splendid poems.
Yes, I could feel the cool rain drops in your words 😍 Thank you for sharing this.
Great writing. Love "March that thinks it is May" and "breath is a paper boat".
Thanks so much for reading, Rachel and glad you liked those lines!!! :)
Conjures up Nietzsche’s sentiment in Thus Spoke Zarathustra:
“You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”
Thank you, Mahdi...it is an interesting concept isn't it...if we think of rain as renewal, then something has succumbed and is in need of renewal - earth or spirit...or love. Rain is a muse from every POV!!!
Beauitiful! (And inspired a response, at my 'Enheduanna's Daughter' blog.)
Thanks so much, Rosemary! A crazy, lingering storm...glad the worst of it has passed. I loved the response poem. I'll leave the link here for anyone wanting to read about Cyclone Alfred and Rain in Australia. https://enheduannasdaughter.blogspot.com/2025/03/and-sometimes-it-rains-outside-poem.html
Oh, thank you!
This is a wonderful meditation on rain and also of how poems and poets inspire each other. Your poem to rain and the poetry of rain is masterful.
Thanks so much for reading, Laura. Glad you liked the poem!
This is a perfect example of "sometimes it rains inside a poem." I felt the wetness. Beautiful. As is your photo.
Thank you, Sherry. Glad it resonated. The picture is AI generated!!
Thank you for this!
Thanks so much for reading, Callahan. Glad you liked it!!
But we must build our own arks, mustn't we?
Yes, yes, we must, K...if we can. Sometimes though, much like the monsoon, we have no control over it...I wish all arks were possible, actually I wish there were no arks needed...
Wonderful poem. I especially loved “breath is a paper boat.”
Thank you, LeeAnn. So glad you liked that line..the monsoon lasts for months, it is both lifeline and threat...in so many ways!!