01-02-2016, 09:40 AM
(01-01-2016, 02:20 PM)Qdeathstar Wrote: The drips tick and tap my windshieldWell initially I felt a little outrage for all this negativity toward rain lol...Seriously I do not know if you intend this or not, but for me this is a metaphor for depression and getting up to try again only to have one shitty thing happen just when you think something good is going to happen (that glimpse of sun) and then your leg gets torn off or something. The question is, why bother?
as obedient wipers erase all impact
of rain drops' final act of expression (I am going to suggest cutting drops here and have it as rain's final act...)
Streaming down my glass ending in a lifeless puddle
Why should rain wage battles (I suggest substituting water here for rain in the spirit of word variation)
against gravity,
rising in a cloud to glimpse the Sun
only to crash back to murk?
I suppose the answer lies in the true nature of rain and the puddle. We need rain, it nurtures and grows life and is integral...just like a person...And somehow this cycle that seems so futile is somehow growth providing.
So I enjoy the metaphor
. And I think your title is excellent.
"Write while the heat is in you...The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with." --Henry David Thoreau