Beautiful Rain
July 31, 2004 by Dave Earley
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Teeming, pouring, drenching
Rain. Heavy, fat drops.
Rain you want to stand in.
Rain you want to drink.
Head tilted, mouth open, arms wide
Bring the rain so sweet. I want to
Run, dance, kick, splash! But
I can’t get outside. So I
Watch, and listen to, the
Beautiful rain.
Also written at Brisbane Airport while walking down the concourse, to catch the flight to Cairns I think… Anyway, all glass on both sides, and outside it was absolutely bucketing down. It was a little surreal, putting my hand on the glass and feeling the raindrops hitting the other side, combined with the muffled sound – trying to imagine being out in it. I can still remember being the only person in sight, just standing in a long empty concourse, looking out at a few planes on the tarmac. It was peaceful.
What’s with all the poems?
