Monday, March 28, 2011

spring rain

the rain
          pours
                 down
on the young green things
while thunder 
plays the kettle drum.
spring peepers sing
their happy little rain songs; 
the squirrel unfurls his umbrella-tail
in the lee of the big oak.
i hear pages turning in the next room,
the dog sleeps
and lights bloom golden
against the dark,
as the rain
              pours
                     down.

23 comments:

beth said...

i'm almost wishing for a spring rain right about now...just so my eyes can believe that spring is really here.....

Rick said...

You have a way with words.

It was wonderful getting that rain today, even though it wasn't predicted (yet) for this area (Cape Coral).

Kay L. Davies said...

Love and hugs to you and your darlin' dog from me in Paris confused by the trains, but loving it anyway.
-- K

Elizabeth said...

That's lovely. I HEAR those words.

B. Meandering said...

I especially like "in the lee of" -
you used a power word!:) actually more than just that one.
The whole poem is a soft ode to spring---nice touch, Leslie.

Tracy said...

VERY evocative, Leslie... I can almost hear the kettle drum! ;o) Happy Day ((HUGS))

Emily Young said...

"the squirrel unfurls his umbrella-tail"

favorite line! but i love every word of this....

Joyce said...

a sweet post and a time to reflect. xo

David N. said...

Rain storms are one of my favorite things about Spring. Great word pictures here.

Andreas said...

Wow! Beautiful!
Nice rhythm and flow to the words and the imagery bring to life the softness and stillness of a spring rain. The line:

"on the young green things":

perfect.

I can see where Emily gets her talent from.

Claudia said...

oh this is beautiful leslie - i can smell the spring rain in your poem and the raindrops seem to smile..i love spring rain!

becky said...

A lovely description...the spring rains are beginning to come...along with an all-out pour-down that went on for hours in the night...

Jodi said...

I'm picturing these words in a beautiful childrens book with illustrations. Delightful!

Misty said...

i love jodi's idea that this could be in a children's book, yes!
i wrote of spring today, too. i know you and i have relatively little to complain of compared to our northerly friends, but oh, spring does a wonder for me! especially when i get to enjoy it with your own version and love of all those natural beacons of this season! :)

Loree said...

Sweet - you're making me wish it was raining.

S. Etole said...

it feels like such a refreshing spring rain ...

Ostriches Look Funny said...

oh this was wonderful. I have to say that I loved the kettle drum part.
and? the way the rain came down...literally on the page.

Me said...

Neat

Deidra said...

"...thunder plays the kettle drum.." That sings to me!

Francesca said...

I like it how sometimes rain brings contemplative moments.

Rachel said...

When it rains I like to sit and listen and enjoy the solitude. This is a poem that I can sit and think on and feel the same way. I can hear the sound of the rain, feel the comfort of home while children read, and dog content sleeps, and the beauty of nature. Beautiful.

Deborah Carr said...

Oh, we are soooo far away from such a lovely idle yet...and expecting snow tomorrow. But today? It was bliss. Lunch on the veranda, sunshine and even a butterfly, skimming the snowbanks. I think it was a promise.

Dwight said...

Love this poem.
It has a feeling of safety and contentment. This is one of my favorite lines...
"spring peepers sing their happy little rain songs".