Yesterday
the rain
kept me company.
The drive
a long haul —
Virginia to Massachusetts.
At times she was moody,
shifting from tender
to raging.
Further north,
she greeted me
with fat dumplings
of wet snow.
Arriving at the Old Mill Inn,
I heard her gentle welcome
patter on the window,
dance on the aged wooden planks.
I was thankful for the company.
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Your use of personification creates a picture in the readers mind. my favorite verse: “At times she was moody,
shifting from tender
to raging.”
She kept you “company” through out the drive.
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‘Fat dumplings of wet snow’ just paints the best image! I’m always scared to death to drive in rain, but you make this sound like such a peaceful drive with a fellow friend. Enjoy your time at the Old Mill Inn. :)
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Oh gosh, it was an awful day to have to drive so far! Love the fat dumplings of snow though. That language makes it a little less appealing than I’m guessing it was!
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I stayed in all day yesterday because of the rain. Your tribute to it makes me think again. Great use of language in this piece.
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Loved thinking of the rain in all its forms but not a fun drive I am sure. Love you ending of thankful for the company. I would love to listen to rain today but we will be having those fat dumpling of snow.
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Beth,
We had rain during part of our drive yesterday, too, and your poem echos my reaction to it. In the desert rain reminds me of renewal and quenching thirsts. I hope you’ll write poetry w/ Kim, Barb, myself, et al. in April on EthicalELA[dot]com.
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I love how the familiarity of the rain, in any of her forms, stuck with you through your road trip hours. As I sit here in a heavy CO snowstorm, the plops and whooshes outside give me a similar feeling of home. ❤️
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Beth, wow. Your drive along with Rain is captured with such a beautiful poem–few words, but words that say so very much. Like “with fat dumplings
of wet snow” and her welcome “dance on the aged wooden planks”
So lovely and effective!
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Favorite and most relatable line: “At times she was moody,
/shifting from tender/to raging.”
She wrapped her soaking limbs around us in NYC and didn’t let go. We were thankful to have waterproof shoes and wool coats that repelled her less that charming side.
Glad you made it safe and sound to the Inn!
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