Releasing Burdens
I have been writing off and on for many years. Now that I'm retired, I'm dedicating more time to the craft.
The sun will greet the clouds today
Welcome them to the playground
Of wide-open blue
The clouds will fill
With joy and happiness and burden
They will not long be able to contain
And it will rain
The mother will meet her son today
Welcome him to the third big sphere
His eyes big and blue
Her own eyes will fill
With joy and wonder and fear
And moisture
They will not long be able to contain
And it will rain
The man will walk this lonely dusty road today
From here to there and there to here
And marvel at the wild blue
And his soul will fill
With a warm nostalgia
He’ll kick up the dust with his old black boots
And somehow it will rain
By mid-afternoon
The sun will shoo
Unburdened clouds away
The son will ask his mom to play
Which brings her joy though she cannot
And the man presses his nose against
The window pane
As the bus rolls down the highway
And he whispers to himself,
“I wish it would rain.”
I Wish It Would Rain
Comments
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 11, 2020:
Thanks, Jerman. These are all shot from my iPhone over the course of the past year or less. Lovely area we live in out here on the Palouse!
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 11, 2020:
Adolescence really can kick one's innocence, that's for sure, Chrish. As you said, though, there's always the rainbow after the rain, and isn't that lovely? Bunch of love right backatcha in the Philippines yourself. Be well and be safe!
Jerman Rose on December 09, 2020:
Beautiful pix. WOWs!
Chrish Canosa from Manila Philippines on December 09, 2020:
Then adolescence kick your innocence, there'll be a downpour that feels like endless. Then there'll be a rainbow after the rain and yes I have grown. Thanks for reminding me how beautiful our life is.
I'm so into this poem! Lots of thanks for sharing
And a bunge of love from the Philippines, enjoy the rest of the day.
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 08, 2020:
Thank you, Sankhajit. I do appreciate that very much. Hope you are well and having a wonderful evening.
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 08, 2020:
Thank you, Linda. Ever since I heard Same Old Lang Syne by Dan Fogelberg for the first time I have loved the notion of snow turning into rain, representing pain and tears and sadness. I think this is one of the first times I’ve been able to incorporate something similar in one of my own works. Thanks for the kind words, and also for reading the work. Be well and take care.
Sankhajit Bhattacharjee from MILWAUKEE on December 08, 2020:
a lovely poem indeed
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 08, 2020:
Bill - while the old man in the poem, the one in the late afternoon of his life, does wish it would rain, I think I’m good. We are due for 5 or so feet of snow this coming winter, and I could do with less moisture right now rather than more...
Good week, my friend, and be well and safe.
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 08, 2020:
John - welcome, and thank you in return for reading and commenting. I, too, am so very glad you got in under the expiration wire for commenting, my friend. Be well and be safe.
greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on December 08, 2020:
Sha - thanks for the words. It does seem to have a different feel, doesn’t it? Wistful was on the wind, I think, though I’m personally doing just fine. It was definitely present in the writing mood this AM, though. And yes, that is my grandson in the picture, along with my daughter. What a lovely picture it is.
I think I’ve figured out that there’s a very short window before each article is moved to discover.HubPages. I’m glad you and the others were able to get in under the wire. Have a great week, my friend.
Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on December 08, 2020:
This is a lovely poem, Greg. I love the repeated idea of rain and its meaning in the different sections.
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on December 08, 2020:
Using repetition at the end of each stanza is a powerful tool, and you've used it well. Speaking of rain, you can have what we have any old time you want it. :)
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on December 08, 2020:
A delightful,poem, Greg. Shauna described it well. Thank you for sharing, and I am glad I caught it in time to comment too.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on December 08, 2020:
This is beautiful and wistful all rolled into one, Box. It's a bit different from your fun, frolicking poems. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Is that your grandbaby in the second photo?
I'm surprised to see this here on the original HP. I though all new posts automatically go over to Discover.