A Not Especially Original Poem About October Rain

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

A Not Especially Original Poem About October Rain

This morning I had planned to clear and burn
More of that summer-fallen live-oak tree
That giver of firewood against the winter cold
(I have more warmth than I will need - want some?)

But the afternoon’s rain arrived at dawn
I am inside with coffee, books, and thoughts
And meditations upon the rhythms
Of raindrops as they dance upon the panes

This morning I had planned to clear and burn

But I have my books

And so will give this day a thoughtful turn

A Sunday Afternoon Dreaming-Rain for You - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

A Sunday Afternoon Dreaming-Rain for You

When streaming rain obscures your window pane
You want to be alone, among your thoughts
And no one knows exactly why that’s so
But yes, you are at peace this afternoon

They say the falling barometric pressure
Makes you sleepy, but the rain knows better
The drowsing rain, it wants to sing to you
And tuck you softly into a dream of love

So close your eyes, and as the little book slips
Onto your lap, the rain sighs with your lips

The Latest Hundred-Year Flood - poem

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

The Latest Hundred-Year Flood

Another hundred-year flood this wet week
With south winds gusting and slinging the rain
Wildly off the roofs, hour after dark hour
Sheeting the lawns into green fairy ponds

The woods are black upon a silvered floor
And lightning sends folks inside for the day
To their recurring coffee-corner clashes
About whose rain gauge is more accurate

While the rain sings of ditches, gutters, and drains -
Another hundred-year flooding this week

Another Inadequate Baptismal Metaphor - A Poem

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com

Another Inadequate Baptismal Metaphor

September rain is a baptism of sorts
Redeeming summer’s woods and fields from drought
From death, at least a little while, so they
May vest themselves in robes liturgical

For late October’s frost-time funeral mass
Is celebrated with true festal joy
As in cathedrals, forests of the heart
With autumn filtering down through leafy prayers

The green months then slip softly out of time -
September rain is a baptism of dreams

Rain With Punctuation

Lawrence Hall, HSG
mhall46184@aol.com

Rain with Punctuation

A house when empty is not always peaceful
But today it is. September rain to heal
The hurt, summer-dry earth floats so softly
And so quietly
That thunder is a loud punctuation
An exclamation mark BANG! In the middle
Of a quiet, meditative line.

One Happy Raindrop

Mack Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

One Happy Raindrop

You’re working in the heat of a summer day
A little raindrop falling from far away
Ker-plinks you on the nose and laughs “Let’s play!”