The wind came from the east
that day, and rain
rain like pellets fired
from an air rifle, hard, stinging
my face, little wet shrapnel,
wrapping me in a swaddling
of rain, a cocoon of stones
showered with thunder above
and below
a killing rain, with its smell
of metal, and lightning
bleeding rain, sweat, bloody
sweat tears, and rain
neon rain edged in silver
and gold, falling and rising
like prayers
For the month of August, TweetSpeak Poetry has a rain project – a found poem theme of rain that uses book spines as the prompt. (See “August Rain: The Decisive Moment” by Seth Haines, published Mondat at TweetSpeak Poetry, for more details.)
The poem above is taken from the titles of the following books: East Wind, Rain by J. Richard Nash; Killing Rain by Barry Eisler; Neon Rain by James Lee Burke; Thunder and Rain by Charles Martin; The Scent of Rain and Lightning by Nancy Pickard; Prayers for Rain by Dennis Lehane; Rain of Gold by Victor Villasenor; Wrapped in Rain by Charles Martin; and Night of Rain and Stars by Maeve Binchy.
This poem is also submitted for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.
Photograph: Rain by Jiri Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
