The falling rain washing clean the road,
pooling for the birds,
freeing the leaves.
These many drops,
falling like the sky wants to share,
a blessing for so many.
Looking at my upturned face,
you wonder why I yearn for dark clouds to let loose.
Pouring forth all they have been holding.
The sky’s release streams down my head, my cheeks.
A trickle drips from my nose tip.
The storm and I let this wind blow through.
The raindrops hiding,
what you will never know,
are tears on my face.
© Ali Grimshaw
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Wow. What a powerful poem. The last three lines are crushingly sad, but sometimes it’s good to be with your sad emotions. Sometimes we have to embrace it to get past it.
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Thank you for your reflection. Poetry is all about feeling our experience.
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Pouring forth all they have been holding.
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Karyn, thank you for your reflection. Each of us can be holding so much. Sometimes we are almost bursting, just like the rain clouds.
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falling like the sky wants to share
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Thank you for reflecting back.
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Thank you LIsa. It was inspired by all of our luscious rain.
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This should be Oregon’s poem.
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OX
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