First Rain

by sibyllene   Apr 13, 2010


The screen door is creaking in the damp breeze
The first summer rain, warmer and wetter than
the spring
the door
creaks, cracks,
I'm poised always for a visitor.

I go outside, the concrete step and vinyl siding sweating with dew,
And I can smell the charge in the air,
Smell the pause between two rain
Showers, and I can hear
A kid practicing her saxophone in the garage next door,
Scales up, scales down, carried quiet into a teal dark sky
(the sky makes the music distant, makes them fey)
There is music up and up and up to heavy clouds and stars
And dew over everything.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    ...and true beauty in every line and image
    in this poem...
    '~)

  • 15 years ago

    by Sunshine

    Omg ur last 2 lines..are absolutely gorgeous ...and the whole piece was worded with words that gave me a thrill..I was so enjoying this one as well..

    u do have this special style..am having a liking for ur work..such a very talented member you are..

    this

    I go outside, the concrete step and vinyl siding sweating with dew,
    And I can smell the charge in the air,
    Smell the pause between two rain
    Showers
    ^^^^was my fav...the words u chose are no bet words for TRUE poetry and u made a gr8 job penning this down

    5/5
    keep writing

  • 15 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    ...and your vision 'over everything'...
    what a treat!

  • 15 years ago

    by abracadabra

    Creeeeeaks, craaaaacks.
    Ha. Can see it, can hear it, can know it.

    The art of showing without even implying. You know it well.

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