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Rain
by Glenn CurrierIn the soundless morning
before the others awaken
I hear the soft hoof beats
of rain on the roof.
Inside are two voices:
A child ‘s chagrin
over a morning in the house
alone with a mom
nervous and brittle as china
afraid to be handled.
A man
grateful for a dry safe home
remembering the story
of the family living in a truck.
What is it about rain
that calls me
from the empty cellar
within?
11/26/2011 Posted on 11/26/2011
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/26/11 at 08:25 PM Nice, I like it. :) I especially like the fact that you reminded me of rain on a rooftops. That is one of my favorite sounds in the world. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/27/11 at 04:08 AM "soft hoof beats" is a great 'visual'
auditory for rain on the roof. I like the idea of two voices here, and especially that "deep cellar within." |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/27/11 at 04:08 AM sorry, "empty cellar". ;) |
| Posted by Don Matley on 11/27/11 at 09:15 PM Excellent work. Your rain conjures up the cozy innocence of youth and the less comfortable times recognized in maturity. Very vivid, very thoughtful, very enjoyable. I loved the setting or the scene also. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/19/11 at 04:26 PM Thoughtful reflection on a common occurrence. Apt symbolism. Rain can be cleansing and cooling as well as soaking and depressing! |
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