Walking Into The Rain
Into the Storming
Maybe its just because I know there is no one else out here
that draws me into the storming
there is electricity in the air all around
and alongside of gods and natures warning
The scent of burnt ozone on the air and the sounds
the ever imminent and distant thunder
But there are spells out here that draw me
this storm this spell I’m under
In the pasture the horses watch me as if to see
what is different about this man
why does he walk in instead of away
yet I think they’ll understand
Standing beneath oaks older than all of life itself
I listen to the gentling rain
It washes away all that is wrong
it cleansing a soul of pain
We may never find the answers to life’s questions
nor know the cause of eternal strife
but walking into a storm is cleansing and kind to a soul
may we ever have these storms in our life
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I like this poem, Ed. I can almost feel the coolness and electricity in the air. Very nicely penned.
Nicely expressed of that cleansing of rain and storm, in a metaphor for our turbulent lives. Some lovely phrasing and imagery Ed. Very much enjoyed.
Lovely piece Ed. The rain is so soothing . i loved the play on how even though there are so many bad things occuring in a rainstorm they are necessary to cleanse and reinvigorate the soul. Nicely penned.~Paul
Nicely penned indeed. I am a fan of the rain and love dancing in the summer rain. Enjoyed.