A Mind Wandering in the Rain

It dawned like many other late-autumn days,

the world all about lay damp

the ground seeped water like a sponge

with every step taken upon it


Nature lay completely silent, asleep

leaving the constant pelting of rain

as the only thing that would

pierce the moist silence


There, on a wet field stands I

the only life form visible

hood covering my head but

being drenched by Autumn’s barrage


The day, the seasonal conditions

though liveable, are most conducive

to a mind wandering its past

especially moments of loss and tragedy


Having endured the pelting for

long enough that the hood lay on my head

and having rambled the dark past sufficiently

it was time for shelter and warmer thoughts


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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on February 12, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 39 Comments.

  1. fantastic imagery, love the feelings it evokes

  2. Standing in the rain….thats my thing too.

  3. I miss the rain in western Washington almost as much as my family. Beautiful piece. PS Thanks for the follow.

    • Thank you, Jen! 🙂 It’s only natural to miss those things from our homes. Being away from here often makes me wish to see the long, green, rolling hills. It’s a pleasure to meet you!

  4. What a picture you’ve perfectly painted.

  5. A cleansing moment… Perfect!

  6. Beautiful. The rain does remove or cool our souls and makes us ready to move on. 🙂

  7. Perhaps subjectively, but I am reading a subtle, carefully worded analogy to coming out of depression. Well done!

  8. Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.

  9. The picture you have painted has reminded me that rainy days serve their purpose too. Great job!

  10. Rainy days on a humid summer day makes me wish for the cool breeze of the mountains. 🙂

  11. The art of moving on? From dark times into possibly sun-filled days? That’s the message I got. Beautifully written.

  12. Seems like an opening to a story or novel. I’d love to know what happens next 🙂

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