MN (11-08-1970 / )

I Saw You In The Rain

Sitting for what seems hours
listening to the rain
I find myself hypnotized
by the puddle
forming at the bottom
of the downspout.

The air is cold
yet I don’t notice until
goosebumps cover
my arms.
Funny thing is,
I still feel warm.

I was noticing how
the rain poured out
of the spout so fast
yet as soon as it was free
it rested
in that puddle
content just to be free.

Is that how you feel?
Like that rain?
Struggling with such force
for your freedom?

Once you’ve reached
your “”puddle””
will you relax
and stop struggling?
Is that all you’re looking for?
A little space away
from that confining spout?

The puddle looks so calm
just shining with the days reflections
mirroring my thoughts.
If I look away will that puddle
still be there tomorrow?
I don't like taking risks...
so I keep staring
hypnotized by the cool
air and the tiny bubbles
fighting their way to the surface.

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Comments (12)

I love the thought you put into this poem and ofcourse the descriptions.. Lovely Preets
This is so amazing, I think that it maybe your greatest work but then how am I to choose you have so many.No, really, you do! Love Duncan
Wow! I'll never look at a puddle the same way again! Brian
Take a few small ingredients and make it into a meaningful poem. Well done, Mary Best H
poetic meditation on emtional freedom.
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