How Speak to the Rain?

And then we get hit with April showers, storms, drizzle, deluges, cloudbursts, even sleet today. Whatever way it comes, it’s soggy. I wear a rain hat as I don’t like carrying umbrellas even though they come in jazzy colours. Down at ground level, there are flowers in the garden, getting drowned …



do I rant of goldenrod and roses                                  IMG_5648
broken by thunderous clouds?
and will rain answer with whispers
dripped from bare twigs?

rather I bend into a shout of wind
catch the sting of words on my skin
run for the shelter of a wall

where I murmur to a coming shower
of green and rising flowers
that know the urgency of April
and the weep of winter’s end

no answer cries from falling skies
I am left to hold fallen petals
nurse broken stems
and beg for gentler rains


an early version published in Hudson View; a much later one in New Orphic

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to How Speak to the Rain?

  1. Bethany says:

    I really enjoyed reading this poem! Lovely words. : )

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