Three Reflections On Rain

THREE REFLECTIONS ON RAIN by Richard Harris

1.

Rain patters on tent roofs.
In boots, through mud,
we crowd the stage for the last band’s
last rendering.
Then say goodbyes, and squelch away to homes
where our machines
wash out the dirt, while we sleep off
the vast excess
of the excitement, that had drawn us to the place
we won’t forget

in spite of the rain.

2.

Now in the canopy, in summer’s green expectancy
each little leaf
turns smiling to the sun, not thinking how
the sap that streams
in every vein of hers came from the storm
that yesterday
lashed at her roots, but juicily rejoices now
in bud and bloom

because of the rain.

3.

When in the night the stinging storm
that blinds the eyes
puts out our fire, runs coursing through
our little tent
of youth, and leaves us lone and cold –
and our life’s plan
dissolves and runs away, can that first fire
not ever be
rekindled? It can not.
But in the dawn’s
grey glimmerings, there grows a new
reality –
ways unthought of, strengths not known, to take
new hold on life

after the rain

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This was written by a friend of mine. I asked him if I could post it here. He said I could. Thanks, Richard.

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Posted on July 5, 2014, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. I like it! I remember a river running through a tent once too.

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  2. Great verse.

    What resonated with me were the closing lines, and I quote:

    “But in the dawn’s
    grey glimmerings, there grows a new
    reality –
    ways unthought of, strengths not known, to take
    new hold on life.”

    What is that context we need to hold to be able to see such realms of possibilities, or as you mention, ways unthought of, as we move on in life?

    Shakti

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    • Well:

      “Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
      Man never is, but always to be blessed:
      The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
      Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”

      – Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man

      May your hopes never desert you, Shakti.

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  3. I love them all, Ben. Each in its own way is perfect. Maybe your friend would consider his own blog?

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  4. Yes. I love Richard’s thoughts. I bike in the rain, celebrate the rain, always! Living in Hawaii, visitors expect the sun to shine, full time. Yet without the rains, we would live on a lava bed.

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