Rain . Another poem by Anthony Watson
Burdened bloated clouds
unload a mesmerising volume of droplets
in a steady deluge;
creating capillary waves as they impact
dirty pools full of fallen brethren.
Others shatter onto unyielding surfaces,
or glide down glass to combine and form vertical estuaries.
This rain perfectly echoes my laden thoughts,
as they reluctantly descend from gloomy recesses in my mind
to filter and manifest through the imagery
and silent language of thought.
I’m reminded how weather acts as a mirror to the human heart,
but is too often used as lazy metaphor for differing states of mind.
I especially love rainfall though,
as it discourages most men from walking around in
unsightly shorts and sandals,
placing natural prohibitions on our outdoor ambitions
and what we can pursue when we’re outside.
Rain is romantic too,
providing lovers opportunity to
explore affection in detail
under improvised shelter.
