by Richard Vince

The same water that
Overwhelms boats and
Reshapes coastlines is trying
To sneak coyly in through
The old wood and glass
Roof above me.

It makes me laugh. Perhaps
It is sneaking around
Because it is embarrassed
By how effectively it has
Scared people away.

I come here sometimes to
Be ignored by lots of people
And therefore be anonymous.
This evening is a quiet one,
And my solitude is far too
Conspicuous when seen with
A sparse collection of couples.

I am being a foul weather
Friend; populating
The unpopular. I came for
The noise, but all I got
Was quiet.

As tempting as it is, I cannot
Bring myself to blame
The rain. It is probably
As perplexed as I am by
The way in which its beauty
So often goes unappreciated.

While so many others hide
From it, I sit here and
Write about it, as I have done
So many times before. It is
An unexpectedly good friend
To me tonight, as it has been
So many times before.


Posted on 02/17/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/17/09 at 10:55 PM

I am a mere canoe and have just found you in this rain and now have found your poem. Calmness has arrived in just the perfect moment from this, a perfect poem. I am afloat again. I relate.

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/18/09 at 03:22 AM

wish i could find your peace in the rain...i usually end up feeling restless and anxious...rather like i am the rain, racing to find a place to settle, hitting roofs, bouncing off trees, running down gutters to swirl away, in constant motion, with no control of my direction

Posted by Amy Niggel on 02/20/09 at 05:47 PM

I can't wait for spring and rain here. All we have is snow. Beautiful poem I especially like the opening lines.

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