Releasing Burdens

I’ve enjoyed writing for many years. I'm dedicating more time to the craft in my retirement days.

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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.