nature, Personal, Poetry Friday

Walking in the rain

When the glory of fall has passed, I still walk, often in the rain.

I have heard about how rain affects people in different locations differently; some are downright jubilant about its coming. I wonder if living in the soggy southwest of Canada (/ northwest of the U.S.) would dampen their enthusiasm.

“mallard couples glide where yesterday / they waddled…” (Photo © 2016 by V. Nesdoly)

Walking in the rain

“… the rain … is pouring down, humming and tapping the floor. … It is getting fragrant. I am barefoot, dancing, jumping and running madly.” – Rizawa F. Syeda-Kazmi

Trees writhe, kowtow to squally air
rain beats tantrum gusts

races down roofline, puddles dance
the forecast—walk later, not now.

I leave between sobs
last tears damp and curl my hair.

Sky is soon weeping again
we are deluged in her woes

my hooded anorak
listens to the wet complaints.

Rain’s ally, the muddy Nicomekl
has claimed the flood plain

mallard couples glide where yesterday
they waddled through squishy grass.

I press on, blurry-eyed
needing wipers for my glasses.

Front steps glisten. Shake the misery
off leaden coat, hang it by the fire

and recall, incredulous
desert story of rain celebrations

where men drive to ditches, jump in
dance crazy, open-armed when sky drops water.

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
First published in Time of Singing – Volume 40 Intermezzo, Fall 2013


PF-2This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by the one-and-only Jama, at Jama’s Alphabet Soup.

22 thoughts on “Walking in the rain”

  1. Violet, we experienced a spontaneous rainstorm that is as you wrote: Sky is soon weeping again/
    we are deluged in her woes. We celebrated as you are doing! Bravo for capturing the feeling.


  2. I love how you’ve captured the feeling of walking in the rain. It’s never as romantic as it looks in the movies. The ducks show us how as does this poem.


  3. I can use some of that rain! It’s all about the perspective, isn’t it? We’ve learned that well this week in the U.S. Thanks, Violet.


  4. I love the way you brought in the desert at the end. Rain: always too much or too little, it seems! Ruth,


    1. Thanks, Ruth. When I wrote this, I had just heard a fellow who works in the Middle East describe the reaction to rain that I included at the end. And truthfully, as much as I complain about the rain, I’m glad I live in a place where it isn’t a rarity because the benefits of lush green are worth it.



  5. Yes, growing up in an arid region has left me with an entirely different relationship to rain than those who’ve lived with lush and wet all their lives. It still seems like a privilege to me, not a given.


    1. Thanks, MaryLee, and yours is the experience of many. Actually, growing up on the Canadian prairies, rain was also a mixed blessing. And there was no way to ensure that it came when you needed it, and stayed away when you didn’t.



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