Love for Rain
I seated myself on the living room couch, listening to the clanking on the roof
I knew it was rain, but I was to lazy to lift a boot
I listened as the tapping on the roof softened and the thumping on the window slowly decreased
I stood without energy and staggered to the covered window
My arms extended outwards, simultaneously parting the two hanging friends
Staring through the window, thick white mist clouded the garden and where drizzle pierced through
I opened my hand and firmly placed it upon the window
I felt the damp coldness from the opposite side
Large water droplets had fallen from the roof exploding as it hit the wet earth
And droplets that slammed against the window, burst as it sent icy shards in every direction
Miniature lakes formed in between the soaked plants
And small droplets that rippled within these pools, became part of them
- I was ready to set out
I closed the door and turned the key in the anti-clockwise motion
I heard the clicking sound that it made as the latch climbed in its cave
As I stepped towards the rain, I was entangled by this feeling
Of cold, bitter wind tearing at my face, at the slowest pace
I stepped within the shower of mist and icy arrows of rain
The clouds above hung motionless as if never to wane
The first droplet that breached my skin was like a pebble in a pool
It sent ripples throughout my scrawny body
- Hundreds of pebbles followed
My foot landed in a small puddle which shot water around
The water swelled up around, before counteracting gravity, to engulf my foot
I could feel how my cotton sock soaked it up
- I did not mind
I continued my walk on the granite path that separated the garden
Larger pointed plants that were harassed by rain had protected the minors drenched by mist
I walked across the lawn, which presented a dull colour of green
I turned my head and fixed my gaze to see the matt black roof sparkle as water streamed down its crevices
My eyes lowered to notice the footprints I had made
- Footprints grasped by grass
I neared the broken wooden gate as it hung on just one hinge
The corner had rested on the driveway to keep its balance
The top hinge had broken due to heavy dust and the bottom weakened by the wind
The opposite side of the gate however, lay in ruins as the broken gray wall had piled
The wind was extremely vicious that day, ripping a tree of its roots
It even caused a telephone pole to lie upon one’s roof
I avoided moving the hanging gate in thought of the hinge would fail
I slipped through the open section of the broken wall by climbing where it piled
Landing on the slippery sidewalk, almost falling to my own surprise
I saw the lonely lamp pole, shining ever so bright
With the mist passing so elegantly through it and the blanket of drizzle that pierced the light’s barricade
I had to walk within to experience how it would feel
To become part of the rain, as it appeared to disappear
-Yet it was not so, as it differed from within
It felt so empty and mysterious, as I even heard a howl
I thought it was the neighbor’s dog, but it had been dead for a while
So I turn my back upon the light in remembrance of that thought
Of that silvery white dog with that scar upon its chin, as it cleared that little gray wall
- To play with me as a child
I walked in the direction of the one I loved
To share with me this moment, as it would be better if she were here
I knew how long it took, to reach that blessed home
Even how many paces it took, to reach that wooden door
- I would count each step, every time I walked that way
As I walked, deep in thought, in wonder, of how it looked
That large, silvery picketed fence with spikes as the heads
- I was sure it would even glitter in this state, even if wet
I’d slip through that little gate at the end of the fence
The parents had even cut me a key, so I wouldn’t bother them
I crept into her room and would watch as she slept
And over time, I would fall sleep at her side
Her bed, so soft, comfy, I could lie there for eternity
I was interrupted —within my own confine— by a car as it sped by
I stood and watched as the tires ripped up the rain from the ground it had came, and it was hurled into the air
Drops of water had landed upon me
- Black spots on my visage
The water had darkened by tar and charcoal tires
My clothes were drenched and my jeans were wrapped tightly around my leg, sopping wet
- I let my hoodie drop over my shoulders
My hair was instantly dampened and crystal droplets formed within my black web
I lifted my head as the moist penetrated my skin
The pores upon my horrid face were filled by the dense mist
I really don’t know what she saw in me, as I saw none in myself
- She could have anyone she wanted
So, that question, “Why me?” Resonated and rang within my cranium countless times
She spoke to me when no one else would and that was when, I was definitely, unconditionally, inlove
As the water rolling down my face gained speed as it enlarged
It would pass my cheek line and run down my neck
Droplets would drip from my nose and lips, joining their former friends on the coarse ground
I walked into the centre of the rough road, to follow the white lines
I placed my foot perfectly within the line’s borders and proceeded to walk the line
I would try to lung from line to line as I neared the edge of each stripe
As I drifted off the line, I kept to the road to stray from side to side
I looked up at the dark blanket that stretched over the sky, with the gray patches that released those icy shards
And in the distance of what I saw, lightning had cracked the sky
It would be fitting if, red fluid, oozed out from the wound
I closed my eyes and felt the excitement of cold drizzle as it rested upon my face
- How unpredictable it was
My mind was locked upon something I had no intention to remove
It was the face of my Angel, emphasized by the feeling of rain, drew it clearer and clearer
While I walked with my eyes clenched shut
Water still tried to seep in, but only in succeeding to be wiped away
In the darkness of enclosed eyes, I had noticed a horizon of light
As it grew stronger, it caused the darkness to turn bright
And when I opened my faltering eyes, in thought of what it could be
- I was but, a little too late
Sever Barratt
04/05/09
Tags: Rain love
