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Listening to the Rain
by John Herlihy → (All Poetry by John Herlihy)
Sunday, August 21, 2022 Rated "G" by the Author.

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-- LISTENING TO THE RAIN – John Herlihy Roars of primitive lions came out of a cloud-filled sky, As certainty of an answer addressing the question why. The insistent rain on pavements and roofs drumming, The driving rhythms send forth a constant humming. The rain as lace curtains blowing silvery in the wind, Disappearing in the sodden earth, blessing bestowing. The lashing rain a multitude of drops dancing, dancing, A sleek shiny colt over the land prancing and prancing. The downpour moved agitatedly as waves in sea current, The great cloud mass overhead looked never to be spent. Silvery threads of wet light devoured by the depthless void, Winter trees stood like bones, summer’s beauty destroyed. The rain heavy on the eaves, emitting its signature sound, Rain gutters well-nigh speaking as drops fall to the ground. The rain drops hissing and burning on the lantern, steaming, Soon no more ears listening, just light of the moon beaming. Music of the rain brings feelings of calm to the restless mind, A moody turbulence of thoughts and dreams soothingly kind. Rain has stopped and the clouds have disappeared into the night, Nothing of the rain left behind but the arrival of dawn’s dewy light. - - - - - - Copyright © John Herlihy Friday 22 July 2022

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on September 27, 2022

I ENJOY THE RAIN. WHILE IT'S FALLING THERE'S A SAFETY WITHIN ITS VEIL AND THEN...WHEN IT STOPS, THERE'S THE ANTICIPATION OF THE LIGHT OF RENEWEAL. ENJOYED THIS FINE WORK, JOHN. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on August 23, 2022

that was perfect, John. i loved it. the heavy rain had passed but i still feel, sense, and hear it through your piece. it's really soothing. thank you for writing this.

Reviewed by Rebecca McKeehan

Reviewed on August 21, 2022

You gave the rain life with this poem. I could envision it so clearly. Lovely!

Rebecca

Reviewed by Odin odin@aflx.com

As your poem illustrates, the rain has so many patterns of both visual and auditory stimulations. I've often allowed the sound of rain to cure my melancholy nature, seldom letting me down. You've provided a definitive piece of lyrical enhanced nature. Thank you.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I was listening with you. There's nothing more enjoyable than listening to the rain on a metal roof. I used to go outside on the porch and smell the pungent air, occasionally get a little wet from the wind gusts blowing raindrops my way.

We've had a long, dry period that is being broken by several days of rain. Whenever I hear the rain coming I go to the front deck and watch the water off the large roof overpower the trough in a mighty stream that crashes like a waterfall on the sidewalk below, eventually flooding it for a few hours until the water slowly seeps back into the soil to feed our aquifer in a few short years.

Ron

Reviewed by Poets Soul

What a wonderful piece! Matter of fact it is raining now as I read this. I love the sound of rain and the clean crisp smell after a thunder storm. Excellent work and you did it all with a wonderful AABB pattern.

PS