The imagery in this piece is stunning. It feels like I’m standing there, feeling the rain seep into my bones and listening to it gather in places I hadn’t noticed before.
Thank you Stephanie, and really pleased this landed when you needed something as a distraction.
It did feel like rain moving not just as a surface effect, but more internal and powerful than that, and a ceremony of baptism and renewal captures that perfectly 🤗
I love that MoTy and the idea of waking the skin to start over again. A lovely image and you caught how I was playing with the idea that rain and more gets under our skin.
This poem feels like someone standing in the rain long enough to realize it isn’t trying to erase them, but to show them parts of themselves they’d forgotten.
I love how it captures that quiet moment when the outside world slips under your skin and starts shifting something you didn’t know needed shifting.
The way the rain traces the body feels almost intimate, like it’s gently mapping places we rarely pay attention to.
There’s a softness in noticing that nothing dramatic changes, yet something inside loosens anyway.
It’s as if the rain is blurring the edges of who we think we are, making room for something deeper.
I felt the tenderness in those small details the hollow of the throat, the inside of the wrist tiny places that suddenly feel alive.
The poem makes openness feel natural, like letting in something you didn’t realize you’d been keeping out.
There’s a sense of meeting yourself in the quiet, without needing to explain or understand it.
The rain becomes less about weather and more about presence, something that stands with you instead of against you.
And that final line lands gently: even in the rain, life doesn’t just go on it feels possible again.
Stunning……my heart slowed a little 🫠
Awwww. Thank you @Vianne Armour 🥰 🥰 🥰
I wish I'd read this a day ago when it was pouring here and I was miserable!
Awww. 🤗 🤗 🤗
The imagery in this piece is stunning. It feels like I’m standing there, feeling the rain seep into my bones and listening to it gather in places I hadn’t noticed before.
Thank for such a heartfelt and maybe slightly rain dampened reading Aaliya. So glad the imagery came through so well for you 🤗 🤗 🤗
YESSSSSS!!! Purity!!!!!!
Glad you liked it Livvy 😊
Beautiful imagery, tender, vivid self-reflection, and a thread of hope unravels at the end.
Thanky you so much Petra. Those last two lines ( @Livvyinthelife’s ) are really stunning.
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Exquisitely inviting. Your "Rain" poem feels like a ceremony of baptism into something new and renewing.
Thank you for capturing and sharing a moment of beauty in these troubling times. With appreciation.
Thank you Stephanie, and really pleased this landed when you needed something as a distraction.
It did feel like rain moving not just as a surface effect, but more internal and powerful than that, and a ceremony of baptism and renewal captures that perfectly 🤗
Beautiful..
Thank you Elijah! 😊
The rain... it's he presence that holds you stays with you ... Amazing rain💛💛💛
Thank you pm and for sharing! 🤗
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This made me want to crawl back into bed for a bit more. Beautiful.
Thank you Margaret! So pleased you enjoyed it! 💛
So good. I love your writing. It always nurtures my heart and soul.
Thank you Donna and apologies for the delay in reply 😊
I miss warm rain. Ah. That sounds so good to be so completely soaked like that. Who knows? Maybe it’ll happen later this year when we go to Florida.
Me too! Something really comforting and nice about it.
Cleansing the dust, waking skin to begin again. This soaks Mark:)
I love that MoTy and the idea of waking the skin to start over again. A lovely image and you caught how I was playing with the idea that rain and more gets under our skin.
Glad you liked the soaking 😊
Always up for it:)
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Beautiful, Mark 💫
Thank you Be 🥰
This poem feels like someone standing in the rain long enough to realize it isn’t trying to erase them, but to show them parts of themselves they’d forgotten.
I love how it captures that quiet moment when the outside world slips under your skin and starts shifting something you didn’t know needed shifting.
The way the rain traces the body feels almost intimate, like it’s gently mapping places we rarely pay attention to.
There’s a softness in noticing that nothing dramatic changes, yet something inside loosens anyway.
It’s as if the rain is blurring the edges of who we think we are, making room for something deeper.
I felt the tenderness in those small details the hollow of the throat, the inside of the wrist tiny places that suddenly feel alive.
The poem makes openness feel natural, like letting in something you didn’t realize you’d been keeping out.
There’s a sense of meeting yourself in the quiet, without needing to explain or understand it.
The rain becomes less about weather and more about presence, something that stands with you instead of against you.
And that final line lands gently: even in the rain, life doesn’t just go on it feels possible again.
Thank you so much for standing in the rain with me for a little Adriäo and letting the world slip by.
You’ve phrased it perfectly in how rain can trace our bodies, finding our shape and the places we forget about..
Such a wonderful reading.
Thank you 😊