Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Climate
Sometimes I wish this rain wasn’t as cold as it is. I hear its voice when hitting my roof, a choir, confused, but a steady, controlled, stream of notes.
My skin fragile, one cold drop could sink into my bones, giving me a chill, a shudder.
I have felt this type of coldness before.
Coming out of the rain, hanging my raincoat on the doorknob, while the rain warms, falls to the floor, evaporates.
Yet, the sidewalk outside my door, (for I watch what the rain does) shows signs…pot marks, from the beating of voices. It needs no fists. I’ve known that. It’s common sense.
Under the eaves, where the rain cannot hit directly, it’s smooth, but out, exposed to the roundest, roughest drops, cracks, erosion, and moss form a chaos.
Only a thin layer protects me, shingle, frame, sheetrock.
I’m barefoot, watching the rain through the window, drops slide, making a trail, then disappear.
Then, I see you approach. You don’t speak. You don’t need to. Your body like the sun.
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Oh my god that last sentence is fire! It’s the perfect end to this piece 🔥 😩 🙌🏼🙌🏼
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I love it all, how observant you are of the ordinary, Elan, but the first and last sections were the cornerstones. I also like the combination of poetry and prose you’ve used. 🙂
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I love the rain
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Lovely poem, evocative and relatable.
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Yeah, I know that rain, just doing what rain does, making me cold and wet, and . . . . .then I read the last line . . . . twice. Excellent.
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I trembled from the cold rain as I read and then I felt the warmth cover me with a gratifying blanket. Luvly piece from a luvly you!
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Wonderful conversation with the rain. Your words make nature so immediate.
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You are getting cozy with my metaphors.
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Rainy days are my happy days. Not much for the sun… or at least it gets old quickly for me.
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You and me both. I was raised in the rain.
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This is marvelous!! (But I love the rain, so to me it makes it all that much more beautiful.)
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Love in a cold climate.
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Good poetry stimulates all of the senses. That’s exactly what this does. Nice job!
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Yes. Thank you!!
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I really like this one- environmental, but very personal.
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Woah!! So interesting.. Loved it straight from the beginning till the end
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This is nice.
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Marvelous scenes of Tragic, Love story. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Good one, Elan.
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Powerful! The words, the image, and the combination. Thanks.
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Nice piece!
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