There’s a melancholic poetry about the summer rain.
It mixes with the smoke from chimney-stacks
And seems to lift the hues in cobblestones and old brick walls,
As it flattens dust and paints the colours back.
The drum from sphagnum moss hung down in beards from the gutters
Adds a rhythm to the watercolour day.
And the screaming, bawling children with their tattooed mums and dads
Have all been tidied from the streets and locked away.
This is the world returned to me. It smells so clean and tastes so fresh.
Freed from all the sprawling painted clowns that constitute the mess
Of summer’s crust. The rain keeps coming and the world is mine again.
My soul is reinvigorated. That’s why I’m fond of summer rain.
May 27, 2013
May 27th, 2013 at 4:14 pm
Beautiful. I love the imagery. Tattooed Mums? 🙂
May 27th, 2013 at 4:15 pm
Unfortunately. This is Fleetwood, where the docks meet domesticity…and the docks usually win.
May 27th, 2013 at 4:16 pm
Googling Fleetwood and docks.
May 27th, 2013 at 4:17 pm
Well, the docks have now closed but their memory lingers…much like the smell of old fish heads.
May 27th, 2013 at 4:28 pm
Here you go…should save you having to plough your way through thousands of unrelated sites about Fleetwood Cadillacs (nothing to do with us) or Fleetwood Mac (also nothing to do with us):
http://www.enation.co.uk/welcome.htm
May 27th, 2013 at 4:46 pm
I love rain too, and mists and water…
May 27th, 2013 at 4:59 pm
I’m glad I’m not the only one, Mary. Most people look at me as though I’m crackers when I tell them that I prefer rainy days to sunny ones.
May 27th, 2013 at 10:36 pm
Love the poem and total agree on the refreshing nature of summer rain! 🙂
May 27th, 2013 at 11:38 pm
😀
May 28th, 2013 at 1:18 am
And seems to lift the hues in cobblestones and old brick walls,
As it flattens dust and paints the colours back. 🙂 I love the way colours are so vibrant when it rains. And wonderfully refreshing and cool, but not so much melancholy
May 28th, 2013 at 8:48 am
Depends if you’re in a melancholy mood or not, I suppose. 😎
May 28th, 2013 at 2:26 am
This is one of those thoughts penned that you not only see the words
you feel them…and I believe hear them as if you thought out loud as you wrote
I write (probably too much) about the rain…it cleans the earth of dust that clings….I do lots of thinking into words during a wonderful storm….
I enjoyed this very much…I will enjoy following your words…
Take Care…
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ladyblue
May 28th, 2013 at 8:51 am
Thank you Lady Blue. I like rain, always have. It’s peaceful and reflective. And it keeps the plebs at bay, which is the most important thing.
May 28th, 2013 at 4:48 am
Brian I’m sure you are crackers…based on some of your words…but no for loving the rain. It is beautiful, refreshing and soothing.
May 28th, 2013 at 8:54 am
I worry about people who can’t appreciate the rain, Melanie. It’d be like not being able to enjoy a sad song from time to time, or dark chocolate.
May 28th, 2013 at 9:31 am
I love summer rain too for much the same reason. I love the harsh winter too where everybody hibernates and just a few of us fool hardies wander around peacefully. 🙂
May 28th, 2013 at 11:16 am
The winter sandstorms are great, as well. You get a free facial scrub…so long as you don’t mind having bits of your skull on show through the rips.
May 28th, 2013 at 11:51 am
Haha! Tell me about it!
May 28th, 2013 at 9:56 am
..yes i think i do too and you have expressed fro us all…why
May 28th, 2013 at 10:24 am
😎
May 28th, 2013 at 11:46 am
Ah, the smell of rain on a hot bitumen road. Delicious, especially after a week of 30 plus (degrees centigrade) temperatures. Common in our neck of the woods during summer. Nelly M.
May 28th, 2013 at 11:51 am
One of the aromatic joys of summer, Dame Nelly, although round Fleetwood it’s usually blended with the smell of rotting fish heads.
May 29th, 2013 at 11:43 am
i don’t so much like rain but going out just after and the air is fresh and as you say most people are locked away 🙂 great writing!!
May 29th, 2013 at 12:14 pm
I prefer it when it’s actually raining. That’s what brollies were invented for. 😎
May 29th, 2013 at 1:11 pm
here it is always to windy to attempt to hold on to a brollie lol you just get wet.
May 29th, 2013 at 3:26 pm
It’s always windy here too. Our brollies are usually welded together from old girders.
May 29th, 2013 at 4:02 pm
🙂