Friday, June 03, 2005


Waiting ... waiting... is it never going to rain?

It has been threatening to for the past couple of days. We have had a sprinkle, a very short downpour and some droplets, but no steady, humidity relieving, rain. I like the rain, I like to walk in the rain, I especially enjoy the way that rain makes everything crisp and fresh. How the trees seem to be taller and have more leaves and be just that bit deeper green. I love how the rain makes my hair soft and my skin cool.

Please rain...

The Rain

All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.

What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it

that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me

something other than this,
something not so insistent--
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness

Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

--Robert Creeley--

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