…
Blame the rain.
The way it slant-slid
off this damn tin roof,
the way we laughed
(slippery, only slightly sane)
at all the things
we thought we knew.
Listen to the sound
………..(advice)
of silence.
Then,
blame the stupid sun
for coming out again.
..
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Love the coda. So warm to read.
I love this poem. Fantastic opening:
“Blame the rain.
The way it slant-slid
off this damn tin roof”
You are on fire tonight girl. Wonderful.
The way it slant-slid
off this damn tin roof,
the way we laughed
(slippery, only slightly sane)
Yes and yes!
First, terrific use of alliteration in this and, next, be kind to the sun–I’m hopeless without him–and finally–your muse emerged from your alleged stupor.
There’s nothing as soothing as the sound of gentle rain on a tin roof. That’s quite relaxing. On occasion we hear a tumultuous rain and hail on our poor tin roof, which is not nearly as gentle.
The weather here has been unpredictable as well ~ Love our opening lines ~
What a lovely piece, I love the rain too so enjoyed the reference to it on the tin roof. Gorgeous 🙂
Only slightly sane… I find the joy of rain, like maybe even a wish to jump in mud… damned be sun
Love love love the “voice” in this. I enjoyed it the second time, reading aloud. I do love rain and the sound it makes differently on varied surfaces. One of my favorite memories is the sound of night rain on our old canvas tent as we snuggled into our joined together sleeping bags with cold noses from the chilly air. 🙂 Thanks for bringing that memory back 🙂
Great. Loved it.
Love this! It made me laugh.
Brilliant use of alliteration here, De!❤️