Red wine and rain (repeat 3x, fast)

Down came the rain like a permanent marker. The permanence of fall, of nature, of flame. And the gutters gasped, and the rain slapped until it made sparks when it hit. And down the panes like a waterfall, the cadence of the rain as it thickens and goes slack. The rain shifting sideways, drawing to a hiss. Me in my blanket and the rain out there, all the reasons to be inside. The ground that was brown is green again, and the leaves are brought down to be bagged and blown, stuffed in a can, carted away…beneath the hiss and a long kiss that is this, autumn rain.

About pinklightsabre

Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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18 Responses to Red wine and rain (repeat 3x, fast)

  1. walt walker says:

    That’s some serious rain, there. I hope you don’t spring a leak. Seriously nice descriptions too, very vivid, very good.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      I know, like we have rain to complain about with all this Florence talk, right? But it was writing-worthy. Thanks for reading, boss. Appreciate it.


  2. Wonderful wordplay! A keeper.

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  3. Very effective. I’d record it, and hire someone from Ireland to recite it.

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  4. ksbeth says:

    i can almost see it. i love the autumn rain.

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  5. rossmurray1 says:

    A little singalong at the end. I like it. (Although my iPad is not letting me “like” anything.)

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  6. Love the cosiness of the blanket in the middle of all the dampness.

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  7. Ah, Seattle in September … 🌧🏔

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