Rain and Storms

Rain falls into the open eyes of the dead

 

It is impossible to live in a country which is continually under hatches … Rain! Rain! Rain!

As the rain falls so does bathe every object of the world—

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

The natives of the rain are rainy men.

Makes awful lightning.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: After a heavy rainfall, poems titled “Rain” pour in from across the nation.

When storm-clouds brood on the towering heights

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their chiseled names the raindrop plows.

Thunder on the Left.

Like summer tempest came her tears.

 

In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

STREETS FLOODED. PLEASE ADVISE. message sent on arriving in Venice

Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day.

Here I am, an old man in a dry month

When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day. 40

Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’, But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’, And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow.

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

And it’s a hard rain’s a gonna fall.

Tenants of the house,

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.