
Decisive and dark, I fall upon the streets
as rain—
I am aware of everything that exists in my way,
this whimsical age,
then serenade
and drops that touch many a budding rose
and lovely face;
yet there is something within that speaks,
a blurry hope, a lack of finding on my part,
I confess, I think a lot.
Soon, thunder shudders on a hot
summer night;
the air is brisk but elusive spark has yet
to awaken song
and matte grey glows in billows that surround—
I close my eyes and breathe,
it can be tedious to want to hold on
for long,
rain is both shards of glass and a cleansing.
Drop after drop, as though silken webs,
the pasture of his eyes beckon louder than
anything I have ever experienced—
tell me, does something like this occur often?
Do we change the moment we arrive there?
I am the rain, then how is it
that it’s he who instructs the sky?
Becomes as petrichor and fills the mind?
Perhaps it is a metaphor; if you were
to ask me why I dwell there,
I would have no answer— I am the rain,
I know only descending;
the escape lies somewhere between the leaves
and their undying thirst,
I am the rain, I know only descending,
only descending—
I am not the one to blame, he turns around
and smiles mischievously in return.
Photo credits: Aaron Westerberg “Immersion,”oil on panel
Lillian is our lovely hostess tonight at dVerse where we gather together to read
aloud a poem of our choice. Come join us! ❤️
So beautiful as always, Sanaa. I am particularly smitten with this line:
“rain is both shards of glass and a cleansing.”
See you at OLN LIVE!
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Hey Sanaa, Refreshing to the spirit, as ever, to be back here. I find this something of a departure in style and subject matter for you. ‘I become as rain’ is a very nice poetic notion in itself, which you pull off very well and enjoy playing with too…
Thank you so much, Scott 😀 so glad the poem appealed to you 💄❤️
So wonderful to hear you read your poem.
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Beautifully penned Sanaa with such a lovely rhythm, as gentle as the falling rain
Thank you so much, Xenia 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“Perhaps it is a metaphor; if you were
to ask me why I dwell there,
I would have no answer— I am the rain,”
There is so much to ponder and to question in today’s techo existince. I really luv these lines.
Much💚love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love back 🌹
A beautiful poem, Sanaa. I love
“rain is both shards of glass and a cleansing,” as well as the metaphor and repeated phrases. It’s different, but still a love poem from you! ❤️
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad the love poem appealed to you 💄❤️
I love this. The perspective takes some twists and turns that are so intriguing. To only descend …aww, so thought-provoking as is this…
“the escape lies somewhere between the leaves / and their undying thirst”
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Mish 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You are the rain, he is the Cloudmaster. You can nourish or slip into deluge, embrace or drown, morph into mist or dump sheets. All he has is the thunder and a couple of bolts of lightning.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Awesome work indeed, S. That “…only descending” closing stanza is my fave. Thanks.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Stunning as always Saana. Your words always leave me lingering.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
You have such a serene way of writing Sanaa and I loved this gorgeous poem.
I am the rain, then how is it
that it’s he who instructs the sky?
Becomes as petrichor and fills the mind?
So creative and magical all at the same time ☺️❤️
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the rain! 🌧🌧
Decisive and dark, I fall upon the streets
as rain— ..the blurry hope…a lack of finding… Drop after drop…(what a stanza that one)….from the title to last drop, this poem is an experience that pours…it feels like I can find many things I need tk know inside your words, and even more interesting questions to make me think more, and I am brought to understand the world through femininr eyes and all conquering skies…not one I feel at ease in. Thank you Sanaa, for providing that experience..
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I remember getting caught in a storm once. Literally blew my breath away. This reminds me of it.
Thank you so much, Petru 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Every word here is like a drop of rain, perfect and complete in itself while reflecting the entire world. I really love what you have done with metaphor and form–beautiful writing, from first to last line.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Hedgewitch 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“Becomes as petrichor and fills the mind?”
I like poems that make me look up words. Lovely poem, Sanaa…JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad the poem appealed to you 💄❤️
Sanaa, this is so gorgeous! Love, “I am the rain, then how is it
that it’s he who instructs the sky?” 💖💖
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
It’s said we remember all the pop songs we heard in puberty because our flooding hormones hear them with the ears of Heaven. So so when falling in love, when I and Thou are one mind and body become a rain falling in glittery amens. That is the register I read here, a prayerful delight.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, B 😀 it is always a pleasure to take in your perspective regarding my poems 💄❤️
What a shapeshifter you are. I think I’ll be the breeze and now I have to think about that.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️