downpour 🌧️
a little poem about rain, contemplation, depression, and hope
I still kick rocks when the world seems golden
Dragging my feet when the road clears
Backtracking to where I’ve gotten lost before
Waiting for the crowd to go home
For the skies to cloud over again
Darkening my path like dusk
This cloudiness is a comfortable ease
A familiar ache in my bones
One foot in front of the other
I persist through the precipitation of my life
The mud makes a home of my footprints
As I mark my place in the earth
Wobbling and warbling like a newborn
Under the glow of the springtime sun
Peeking out skittishly behind a sinister sky
March comes in like a lion every year
Rainwater sliding down the slick of my coat
Trickling to the ground like runoff
I am cold and soaked and spinning
Grey raincloud right above me
Marking me as I make my way home
Lingering above and around and beside
Head down, boots on
I’ll seek out something vibrant
Like drops of rain on the pretty green grass
So that I can see and know
I’d miss this if I was gone
Rainy days mean something more
Than inconvenience and gloom
They make me feel the way I’m meant to
In the best way I can feel it
Contemplative and helpless and alive
Stuck in thought in a place no one can hear
Too distracted by wetness and wind
To see the ways in which the brain can whirr
For better or for worse
Acceptance is a futile sort of sway
A gust through the dripping trees
Yet it happens all the same
For when it rains
I never wish for nicer, better days
Disposition is a funny thing
How we want the world to bend to us
To look how we feel
When it rains this way in the spring
Contentment fills my every thought
Even when the days aren’t happy
And the weather doesn’t impress
If I can walk through the mud
Boots on and headphones in
Blaring a sad, forlorn song in my ears
At a volume that would make others cringe
I might see something I’ll never forget
A woman in a dress with sandals on
Rainwater flecking her white toes
The white blur of a plane high in the air
Whisking hundreds of people far away
Round-eyed children watching the clouds
Hoping to see a lightning bolt
Or a dog barking to come into the house
And bask in a warm, dry comfort
I might just see something
That reminds me
Not all of me belongs here
Under the hue of a grayscale world
Downpour is not permanence
For springtime is coming to a close now
And murky skies don’t last forever
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angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
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Lovely amazing poem. Love how you enjoy every feeling the rain gives you.
I love this so much! I love the rain and it makes me feel a very specific way, which I never really know how to put in words but you did so perfectly and effortlessly in these lines: "Rainy days mean something more Than inconvenience and gloom They make me feel the way I’m meant to In the best way I can feel it Contemplative and helpless and alive" This poem is just perfect! Hats off, Mademoiselle!
Love how this truly captures the raining day and its subtle pathos.
Love the closing lines, and how they offer a glimpse of hope to come. "Peeking out skittishly behind a sinister sky"- the wordplay here is great. This one feels sad and anxious yet also has cause for optimism too. Rainy days can be comforting in their own way, and I think they know this in the end. Nicely done:)
Love it!!! 💗💗💗Nice work again girl! I love your poems. You've got raw talent keep up the great work 💞💞
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This is brilliant, Angela. Every line is eye-opening, weighing heavy. I love all the mud. I especially love the first line of this poem, which was startling in how unique it was. And then I especially love the final line-- every storm eventually passes. Awesomeness clothed in eloquence. ⚡💙Bill⚡
My first reaction to this is just a stream of curses...this is so phenomenally done! Your language is evocative and every line lands heavily without detracting from the one before it. This reads like a symphony, perfectly put together. And maybe it's just because it resonates so deeply with my own view on murky sky days, but the message behind this is just stellar! Such a wonderful poem!!
"Boots on and headphones in Blaring a sad, forlorn song in my ears At a volume that would make others cringe" -I feel seen 😭 This poem has a relatable melancholy to it, but the last few lines are so beautiful. Damn, Angela, I don't how you do it. Your wordsmithing is something else; you are such a genius!!
Well-wrought, and full of breath-taking lines! Those melancholic walks are frequent joys of mine as well. Funny how we tend to contain such contradictions, but also a sign of our growth and our wholeness.
"Not all of me belongs here" This line stood out to me. It made me pause and think. Like, it's so true and puts things into perspective. Loved your poem!
This is incredibly written! Your art and expression to describe this - outstanding! Wow wow wow woww, Angela!! 💖✨
"Acceptance is a futile sort of sway A gust through the dripping trees" Your whole poem is lush and right. Well made, as always <3
Angela, Angela, Angela...you've excelled yourself! this was absolutely beautifuli felt and related to every damn line on a molecular level! love the importance you give to rain being something that helps you feel and process the sadness and ache we have, but also that it is never permanent! this was poetically masterful and full of sublime descriptions with poignancy and beautiful wisdom! my new favourite by you! well done and thank you! adding this to my saved collection!
I like how you describe the rain. It makes me think of my own walks in the wet. There's something peaceful about it, even when it's cold and you're a bit soggy.