“Rain” by Elizabeth Kirby ‘22
rain at night
and rain during the day are different when it rains during the day, the world is shushed and the day does not go on for the gloom and gray of the day takes over and nothing gets done and nothing moves on the world just stops in its tracks and waits and waits and waits i’ve longed for years to find out what it longs for what makes the world bow to rain and stop its orbit to pause and reflect and cry rain during the day is dreary and boring long and endless like cold gray clay too soggy to form lifeless and cold when it rains at night it feels magical like the air is waiting for something to happen the air hangs with suspense to be electrified to light up to sparkle to dazzle to become something unseen to terrify to delight to scare it all hangs there like excitement backstage before a play it's like holding your breath underwater and feeling alive the darkness all around you as you sit on your bed staring out the window and the majestic pitch black sky rain dripping on my roof pattering on my drain spout and sprinkling through the tree leaves creates a consistent drumming a steady beat to rely on then flash! lightning crashes ba-ba-BOOM thunder rolls through the clouds to my window pane the sky lit up in blues and purple hues and the darkness returning soon after and you sit there safe and at peace peace in the storm around you surrounded by chaos and not one thing hurts you i love it it fills my head i love this feeling nothing can hurt me when i’m inside and safe and so i can see the beauty and terror around me and not get hurt and so i breathe deep d e e p l y and i shut my eyes listening to the rain and being sung to sleep by the sorceress of the night and having dreams spun for me by the weaver in the dark |