Concerning rain


Growing stuff, Literature / Thursday, June 6th, 2013

Confession: I am a sunshine lover, but oh, the nice rich rain!

All day it has fallen; and if it nourishes even me, how must the grass feel?

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It rained and it rained and it rained. Piglet told himself that never in all his life, and he was goodness knows how old–three, was it, or four?–never had he seen so much rain.

A. A. Milne, from Chapter IX: In which Piglet is Entirely Surrounded by Water

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Little Brother’s Secret

When my birthday was coming

Little Brother had a secret.

He kept it for days and days

And just hummed a little tune when I asked him.

But one night it rained.

And I woke up and heard him crying;

Then he told me.

“I planted two lumps of sugar in your garden

Because you love it so frightfully.

I thought there would be a whole sugar tree for your birthday.

And now it will be all melted.”

Oh, the darling!

Katherine Mansfield

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Rain in town is a joy all its own

Streetlights dripping

Cars swishing

All the umbrellas

Making comrades from strangers

Suited up, slick and shining

Lights in the windows are home and hearth

But I am out and about.

 

Rain in the country is another joy

A lush moist pattering

The full creek rushing, nothing else to be heard

Soft air lighted, grey and green, misting

I hear the grass growing, the warm earth drinking.

Richness luxury fertility.

Shari Zook

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Renita
9 years ago

Ah, I love all the booky quotes– and your last verse best.

I confess I do not like rain when I’m out and about (unless when traveling on long trips under the cover of darkness). Rain in the day means a day of rest, books, slow mending-type work sandwiched between hot-outside-dirty-work days. Rain in the night makes a little rushing sound in the gutter right outside our window, and a loud rushing in the creek. Ah, relaxation.

9 years ago

I loved the rain yesterday! It was a beautiful rain, a soft rain, a poetic rain. It rained right into my soul.

9 years ago

I HATE being in rain. 🙂 But I like drizzly days. We’re having one today. Miss you, Sis!

9 years ago

I’m not as poetical as you………but I love rainy summer days.

Kendra
9 years ago

“Little Brother’s Secret” makes me cry…

Mama Zook
9 years ago

I remember how the rain in PA makes everything grow so fast…especially in the summer. I’m ready for some nice thunderstorms…we usually just get rumbling in the distance and never the loud crashing banging!! But in Oregon, we endure the fall, winter, spring rains day and night and long for the sun! I guess where ever we go there are things to long for and things to miss, just like the human heart…full of longings of things we don’t have.BTW, I loved your blog today!

Treva
9 years ago

I love the last poem best, though I loved them all. It makes me feel that I was there, too, and drank in the beautiful melancholy mood. I am a lover of sunshine, too, but the contrast of rain is wild and beautiful sometimes!