Rain
Gives an excuse
for that bright orange umbrella
and yellow overshoes
toppled over in the hall closet,
yet it is nighttime and I am old.
I lie under blankets on the sofa,
content with its comforting
rat-a-tat
on the plastic skylight
overhead.
It is a friend knocking
insistently,
calling me out to play.
Six years old,
Imprisoned by summer,
we were given occasionally
the refreshing release
of a hard summer rain.
Bare feet splashing,
we raced dry leaf boats
manned by our imaginations
through the caves of culverts,
down to those ultimate puddles
magnificent in their magnitude.
Sixty years later,
I am caught up in the currents
of that sudden rush downwards
and backwards to
a plastic umbrella
abandoned on the sidewalk
as we opened like flowers.
Rain
hides tears.
Forces growth.
Cleans up our messes
and provides glorious new ones.
Washes away today
and grows tomorrow.

So true. Wonderful writing.
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Thanks, Kritika. We are coming into the rainy season so I’ll probably have a number of other rain poems before August comes!
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That would be great. We have entered rainy season so it would be great to read alongside. 🙂 🙂
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Where do you live? I’m in subtropical Mexico.
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I live in Berlin/Germany
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Northern region of India. 🙂
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So nice weather there, right? Where people go for relief in the hot weather?
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The weather has actually turned cold and cosy because of the rains.
We generally move to North near the mountains for relief. The hilly areas are embracing. 😊🌸
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I was in India sooooo long ago..I can’t quite believe that it was over 50 years ago. But, I was only in Bombay (now Mumbai.)
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How are you doing with the coronavirus there? More sanely than in the U.S., I hope.
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The lockdown is still on and we are taking precautions when we are moving out. Mumbai is the region most affected by it.
Have no say on the sanity part but yes we are doing better than US.
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Thanks, Kritika
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My pleasure Judy. 🌻
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A great perception of what rain is all about!
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;o). I wonder when I stopped running out into the rain?
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I think I probably stopped running out to the rain when it meant putting on hot raincoat and rubber boots to walk to school and home!
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Oh those slicker ones with hot sticky rubber inside???
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Yes — and boots that had cloth or fuzz that rubbed all round the legs at the top! But, as you know, we have precious little rain here to deal with, too, so I really don’t remember accurately!
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;o)
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So well crafter and so poignant.
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Thanks, Dolly. What are your memories of rain?
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Nothing as romantic as yours, I am afraid. I am a Leo; I bake in the sun and hate rain.
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And I am horribly allergic to the sun..and put up with rain now that I am older, although our rainy season is gorgeous here.
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We are having severe flood alerts every day now. Tropical rains are no fun.
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So, not well timed…
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We have learned to live with it.
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Have you ever had to evacuate?
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Yes, a few times. Generally, we stay here unless there is a mandatory evacuation order.
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Dolly, I am thinking this is a blog you might enjoy. It is by Sergio, my next door neighbor who is Cuban. https://musingsdemexico.com/
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Lovely – thank you so much for pointing me to it.
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Now I’ll point them to yours!
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Are you directing blog traffic, my friend?
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I am. I just thought you might enjoy each others blogs. He’s not the first person I’ve directed toward yours..
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I truly appreciate your good will, dear Judy!
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Dolly, I just noticed that you mentioned the children sent over from Cuba to be raised by relatives. Sergio was one of those children.
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Wow – so I inadvertently hit the right spot.
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You so often do.
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ESP, I guess.
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His post today was about cooking.. thought you might be interested.
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I have explored a little, and it sounds like a treat.
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Dolly, please send me a link to your favorite blog–of your own I mean. I want to send it to Sergio, since I’ve sent you a link to his blog.
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Oh Judy, it’s hard! I guess since Sergio is Cuban, he might like this one https://koolkosherkitchen.wordpress.com/2016/09/13/go-cuban-rice-and-black-beans/
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A lovely poem
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Thanks, Sadje. Not long until we will have lots of rain. Perhaps I need to get out in it a bit more.
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You’re welcome! Do that but remember to stay safe.
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Will do, Sadje.. What a beautiful and original name you have. I’ve never seen it before.
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Thanks a Judy. It’s actually not my real name but close enough to it.
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How did you happen to choose it as a pseudonym?
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It’s close to my real name, but not quite! I didn’t want to use my real name.
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a plastic umbrella
abandoned on the sidewalk
as we opened like flowers.
I just love this. I can imagine you, a bit mud-splashed, head back, letting the raindrops fall into your open mouth.
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Thanks, Sarah. You always get me….
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you are talented, keep it up!
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Thanks, Melese…
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I love this music and remember dancing to it in Addis. Someone stuck a 50 birr note to my forehead and not realizing what it was, I didn’t pick it up when it fell off, but just danced on. He came to collect it after the dance and was very distressed that I didn’t have it. My bad…
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Beautifully nostalgic
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They were actually pods off trumpet vines. They made wonderful sailing ships.
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Absolutely beautiful words well woven. Very lovely 💕🙏
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Thanks, Suzette.
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Lovely, engaging scene. Rainfall offers calm and recollection, doesn’t it!
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Yes.. an excuse to stay outside or an excuse to run out and play, depending on our frame of mind. And age.
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a plastic umbrella
abandoned on the sidewalk
as we opened like flowers…. my fav lines. The rain brings her own memories with her.
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Thanks, Debi. Sounds like you’ve done a bit of splashing in the rain on your own.
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One of my very favorite ‘rain’ poems today! Everything in it resonated. Sigh, sigh.
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Thanks, Helen…;o) You’ve made me happy!
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Nice description of rain: “It is a friend knocking
insistently,
calling me out to play.” And the opening of umbrellas like flowers.
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So much said, your words flowing just like the rain. Beautiful!
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Ah. Thanks, Jaya.
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