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How I Love The Rainy Nights
by Maude CurtisThe spring rains have come again
to wash away the winter blahs.
I think back to my childhood
when Momma would light the lamp,
tuck us deep into the down quilts
and make shadow puppets on the wall.
She had a story for each scary sight and sound.
The lightning was God's finger lighting the fireflys
and waking up the trees and flowers,
the thunder was an old farmer dumping his tator wagon,
his tators rolling down the rainbow
and in the rain the angels frolicked
as it turned earth's greys and browns to green again.
We'd snuggle deeper into the quilts
and make plans for our summer,
riding our bikes, going to the fishing hole,
having picnics and chasing the fireflys.
How I loved those rainy nights.
Now years later I snuggle with my hubby
under those same down quilts.
We listen to the rain and make plans for our summer.
Clean out the gutters, plant garden, reseed the yard,
clean out the fish pond, the picnics and barbcues
and watching the grandkids chase the fireflys.
As the thoughts whirl around in our heads
we snuggle deeper into the quilts
and drift off to sleep to the rhythm of the rain
matching the beat of our hearts
and my last waking thought is,
How I love the rainy nights.
03/08/2009 Posted on 03/08/2009
Copyright © 2025 Maude Curtis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/08/09 at 04:01 PM Really lovely- both from your Mother to your husband. I loved the story (but I HATE the rain!) Well told, good immages- good write and enjoyable readd! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 03/09/09 at 04:05 PM I love rainy nights too, at home safe and cuddled up with loved ones. Lovely write and thanks for sharing the memories. smh |
| Posted by Fredrich Mohre on 03/09/09 at 08:30 PM Hey i thought my aunt mary was the only one who told me about Gods tater wagon, them were the dayz those were the stories that stay etched in our minds forever...bring that sweetness of the past to today and the future excellent P |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/10/09 at 04:46 AM I love rainy nights - definitely for snuggling under quilts. I had not heard the tator wagon tale - very clever! This is refreshing, timeless in relating the generations, and full of caring for one another. Thank you. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/11/09 at 12:43 AM You catch the feel, the emotional tenor of rainy nights, for you. Lovely. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/11/09 at 05:26 AM Wonderful Maude. This one belongs in the top
ten....CharMin |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/12/09 at 10:13 PM Truly beautiful! There's something in this for all of us. Thanks for the reminder. :o) |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 04/02/09 at 05:02 PM It is the simple things that abide, and mean the most, so beautifully described here. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/05/12 at 01:15 PM A splendid, heartwarmer of an ode, Maude. May God rest your beautiful soul. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/05/12 at 03:44 PM Amen, Philip, amen! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/06/12 at 12:18 AM Maude, I love rain. To find your beautiful poem in PPS skies, on a rainfilled night, feels quite special. lovelight*peace ... |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/06/12 at 03:12 AM Dear Maude,
I read the Winnie the Pooh quote you have on your library page here at Pathetic for the millionth time, and especially now, it means more than ever. Rest in peace, you dear delightful soul. Your kind and wise perspective shall be missed. |
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