9.6.11 3 Reasons Why the Poets Have All the Fun with Rain


Rain falls on her parade, and she cries and curses.  Rain floods his garden, and he swears he’ll never plant again, a farmer’s folly. Rain clouds hover over her head, and she settles into the nooks of her familiar despair.

Those are three responses. And then there are these:
The rain returned.
It didn’t come from the sky
or out of the West:
it came straight from my childhood.
Night split open, a peal of thunder
rattled, the racket
swept every lonely corner,
and then
the rain came,
rain returning
from my childhood,
a raging gust,
a planet’s
– sung by Pablo Neruda, from his “Ode to Rain”

All night the sound
had come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.

Love, if you love me.
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
-sung by Robert Creeley, from his “The Rain”

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
– sung by e.e. cummings, from his “somewhere i have never traveled gladly,beyond”

These three guys sing rain. They get to have all the fun with rain. Why?
One, I suspect they keep priming that capacity to love the world, especially the parts that other people curse. Where others gripe about wet shoes, these guys find puddlicious days to romp through.

Two, they find music in the sky’s heartbeat.

Three, their rain woos their lovers.

What about you? Any fun today with the elements or any love for things that others haven’t heeded with the same love? Regardless, share your day’s three highlights – and let us know where you’re writing from.

See you in the woods,
The Three Highlights Guy


6 responses to “9.6.11 3 Reasons Why the Poets Have All the Fun with Rain

  1. Rain falling where the tree once stood. New York City children filing into rain covered buses. First day of school in both directions, blinkers color rain with red strobe lights.

    I’m writing from the first day back teaching my adorable school children and with evening rain serenading my poetry notebook. Thank you for calling in those beautiful poems & poets on this rainy day turned night. Such a joy to read this blog!

  2. Mine:
    Waking on the screened porch to the sound of rain and with my wife still in my arms (who is usually up with the babe). My first words: “You’re still here. Yea.”
    Feeling a “stressless” steadiness like rain all day – especially when stepping outdoors and any tiny tension fell down to the ground.
    Seeing across the dinner table my wife’s incomparable beauty yet again.
    – from Accord, NY (Hudson Valley)

  3. Lovely. And many thanks for your comments!

  4. The farmers here hope for rain the surrounding yellow footed plants sigh, can we share? as the Wisconsin sun worshippers regale at the beach for another day of sun.

  5. lovely fun blog! I took a bunch of thoughtfully put together donations from a friend who responded- to Heart Volkswagon in Kingston for the victims of the hurricane
    and a lovely meal of fish, salad with a huge fresh tomato from a friend’s garden
    and an evening walk down my street in between the raindrops