This is for the Mid-week Motif at Poets United – Flood. It is a poem I have been working on for a couple of years. I think I am finally through with it.


“I love storms. Primordial. Every bit of civilization gone. Everything true coming out.” Vanessa Ives, Penny Dreadful

Hot. Smoldering hot.
The sky like molten bronze.
It is amazing the stones of the buildings do not explode in the heat
or melt and run in the gutters.
Rain coming. Soon. Soon.
And then the first breath –
The rain begins and
the skies rip and before I can open my umbrella
I am soaked to the skin –
The rain like cold needles drives into my skin,
stabbing into my heart and emptying it of secrets.
Steam rises from the street,
the buildings
my skin.
In the rising steam and driving rain
people move, barely seen, like wandering ghosts.
I have tried to chase away the memories.
In my mind I hear your voice
like a call that crackles from a bad connection
and disconnects before I can interpret your words.
A man bumps into me and for a moment
I think he looks like you.
But he disappears into the mist and rain
…and I accept I will never see you again.
Every time it rains, it reminds me of you.

public domain Utagawa Hiroshige People Sheltering From the Rain 1857


22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Susan Chast
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 21:51:26

    Haunting–the need for rain and the first crack of it, then the drenching and the separation by mist and rain and ghost and memory. The really deep tears can take years to flow. I love this poem!


  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 22:05:39

    Susan nailed it…haunting. Such atmosphere and undertones of melancholy.


  3. Sherry Marr
    Aug 16, 2017 @ 23:45:38

    Every time it rains, the remembering. I like the wandering ghosts seen through the haze…….beautifully done.


  4. Jae Rose
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 02:02:20

    Stunning imagery here


  5. Sumana Roy
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 02:52:30

    “I am soaked to the skin –
    The rain like cold needles drives into my skin,
    stabbing into my heart and emptying it of secrets.”….So visceral, profound and moving. Oh, these three lines make a poem out of them. So beautifully penned Toni.


  6. marja
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 04:48:55

    I was entranced till the end. Great poem


  7. Ayala
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 06:35:37

    So sad… Remembering every time it rains. You captured it well.


  8. Carrie Van Horn
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 09:59:21

    You have brought me to the middle of it so eloquently…..lovely writing indeed!


  9. Mary
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 10:59:50

    Oh this is poignant and so artfully penned…so sad though to have rain remind one of a lost love. Seems very real.


  10. sarahrussellpoetry
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 11:30:59

    Flood of emotions and memories is an apt analogy for monsoons, especially when you can’t get your umbrella up quickly enough to shield yourself. Great writing, Toni!


  11. Bekkie Sanchez
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 12:16:06

    Rain brings such emotions from us as does nature. A wonderful write!


  12. Beverly Crawford
    Aug 17, 2017 @ 13:28:38

    I think of rain as warm and refreshing, your words describe it as needle-like and attacking…and likely it is each at some point in our lives.


    • kanzensakura
      Aug 17, 2017 @ 17:05:36

      Yeppers. But torrential rains don’t really attack one, they drench one!!! And the rain comes so hard and quick, it feels like getting a rain tattoo…needles….yuck o.


  13. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)
    Aug 18, 2017 @ 10:48:36

    Unforgettable write!❤️


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