Rain

Rain : Vincent Van Gogh

Wet days will show up soon here in India with the arrival of Monsoon, a symbol of life and variety. Everywhere you are filled with the petrichor emanating from the wet earth and your eyes feast on the running water droplets on window panes. In our sub-continent this rainy season has been captivated in the words of generations of authors, poets and musicians.

 

When in dark stormy nights we listen to Tagore’s songs we are compelled to look inward to find the ones we can’t find elsewhere; the charm of Tagore’s words or the marvel of monsoon it is we do not know.

 

In this era of climate change we would like to see rains, clouds, thunders, storms in words as well as in reality. I pray that monsoon reaches its destination and is not lost in the middle of nowhere.   

 

So our theme today is Rain and everything associated with it, the colors, moods, fragrance, blessings, and disasters. You might also write about the absence of rains if you wish to.

 

We read, in Japan they have more than fifty words for rain. I deeply appreciate their amazing artistic mindset. In Japanese Gan is sweet and Yu is rain and as a word Ganyu means a rain after a long drought. Houshanouu is radioactive rain. Experience is birthing language.

 

Basho writes of rain :

 

spring rain

leaking through the roof

dripping from the wasp’s nest

 

A couple of rain-poems :

 

Rain by DonPaterson

 

Horses and Menin Rain by Carl Sandburg

Please link one poem that is your response to the material of this prompt. When you link your poem please visit other links in the spirit of the community