30. Under the Rain [100 poems challenge]

30.          Under the Rain

Deceptive days of warmth and sunshine
Found where such are rare
Are swallowed by the looming clouds that
Fill the open air,
And swollen with the gathered dampness
Come from oceans west,
The great grey ceiling full to bursting,
Eager to divest.
And then it comes, a gentle drizzle,
From the sodden sky,
Increasing, steady, now a downpour,
Nothing remains dry.
Small puddles form, the track a river,
Hunched we travel on;
The rain relentless, heedless of our
Wish that it were gone.
At last decreasing, showers easing,
Final drops are done,
The clouds break up and stretched above us
Rainbow in the sun.

20, 21 May 2013

Comments: I’ve had the double dactyl form running around my head for 24 hours (and it’s become a bad ear-worm) and I’ve had no inspiration for anything especially creative/witty/relevant/outside-the-square. This is an account of the second last day of a bushwalk back in February: after a few days of reasonable weather the wind and rain typical of the area set in for a day, but there was an awesome rainbow at the end of it. (The blog entry associated with that day is here, and the photo of the rainbow can be found here.)

Themes to come: 31. Flowers; 32. Night; 33. Expectation; 34. Stars; 35. Hold My Hand

Explanation about the 100 poems challenge here.