Friday, February 22, 2008

Inside Out

God squeezed the clouds
like over soaked wash rags,
dripping drops of crystal heaven
on the cracked cries of thirsty dirt.

It’s the best rain we’ve had
since Noah’s ghost passed through
sometime last year,
maybe, the year before.

The trees shook like wet dogs,
some patches of grass
drank so much
they were inside out with water.

21 comments:

floots said...

great write pat
especially love that third stanza
that's just the way it's been here
cheers

Margie said...

Wonderful imagery, Pat!
I really enjoyed this one!
Thank you

Margie

jel said...

AWESOME!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

It's about time that you got some good rain! Glad you got it.

Janice Thomson said...

So glad Pat you finally got a good rain in your area.
I love that last verse!

polona said...

this sounds like the rain was as refreshing as your poem.
excellent!

Don Iannone said...

Enjoyed this poem, Pat.

Bill said...

Great last image, Pat, winds it up very effectively.

boulies said...

Wonderful Pat. Loved the part about "Noah's ghost" This left me with knowing the true meaning of being drenched though and through.
Excellent poetry. Thank you!

Katie McKenna said...

lol... I enjoyed this Pat! Thank you!

gautami tripathy said...

You never disappoint, Pat!

Masago said...

Each line overflowing... this is a bonus read!

sage said...

Good one--sounds like ya'll getting some well needed rain, or is this just what you're hoping for?

Crafty Green Poet said...

gosh you sum up heavy rain well in this one!

NINANINA said...

a juicy one..., the wet rags of clouds and the shaking of wet dogs..... love the imagery pat !!

Queen Neetee said...

This is absolutely marvelous!

How wonderfully written this is.

Thank you.

tHe_NeW_cYnIc said...

I feel like splashing into a muddy puddle...wat fun!

Pris said...

I like this, Pat!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Congratulations, I know the rain had to have been a real relief! Just after you left your comment on my poem saying how dry it was out your way, we had rain here for the first time this winter. It was a pleasant, spring-like soak, which had such a hopefull quality. After that, however, it dropped six inches of snow for the rest of the day.

Rethabile said...

Love the images. Especially how the trees shook.

EATING POETRY said...

This is one of my favorite poems of yours! I can see it being published. This is the kind of thing one would read on the NY Subway on "Poets in Motion".

My favorite line is "Noah's ghost."

Kudos!