Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #338
The Rain
by Belinda Roddie
The rain makes waterfalls around the panes
of tinted windows, drowning all the grass
until it's just a swamp instead of plains.
The rain slides down the walls like melting glass
and makes everything bright and crystalline,
while puddles mix with oil on the street
and cast the roads in perfect rainbow sheen.
The rain stops traffic, causing angry heat
to rise in drivers' faces, and yet some
are looking forward to the glowing green
of hills by morning, brighter than the thumb
of a gardener happy for the spring
and happy for the rain. The rain will rinse
the shame away like cleaning fingerprints.
by Belinda Roddie
The rain makes waterfalls around the panes
of tinted windows, drowning all the grass
until it's just a swamp instead of plains.
The rain slides down the walls like melting glass
and makes everything bright and crystalline,
while puddles mix with oil on the street
and cast the roads in perfect rainbow sheen.
The rain stops traffic, causing angry heat
to rise in drivers' faces, and yet some
are looking forward to the glowing green
of hills by morning, brighter than the thumb
of a gardener happy for the spring
and happy for the rain. The rain will rinse
the shame away like cleaning fingerprints.
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