Pluviophile~

I dance in; melt in; play in the rain -

I desire for; wait for; live for the rain -

As it comes down from heaven above

It writes on cobblestones, umbrellas, and trees

That all is well, all is well, all is well, my love.

For this one thing I long,

Petrichor: its beckoning song

I wish to watch the landscape blend

In the downpour, 

All edges turned to curves and bends

In the rain, my truest friend.

~

Rain is my favorite. :) 

This looks fun! Is it okay if I join?

If so, here's my poem!

Road Rain

It isn't what it

seems like.

Dripping and

splashing and

flowing and

soaking into

the pavement.

Cement pulls

water

the way a magnet pulls

metal

and it permeates

and releases

the smell of wet

soil: almost fresh,

almost burnt,

like acid eating

the street

from inside out,

like pineapple

tickling your tongue

or a penny

dipped in vinegar.

The funny thing is

not the penny

not the vinegar

but the way

it scours

and at the

same time

heals.

The penny returns

with a fresh glow

a new shine.

Maybe

the rain washes

away the

mud and the

rubber and the

smell of cars

and exhaust

and despair

and loneliness

and replaces it

with something

new.

Maybe

it isn't what it 

seems like. 

Rain:  

Rain, like when you reach to turn off the shower

trapped in the moment just before everything is replaced by silence,

sorrowful enough to make you happy, make you want to dance, 

forget red-eyed tear stains, smiling and shivering, reminded how beautiful tears are when they come from the sky

rain, heavy pouring, lights and loud, like everything

soaking, stripping you down, down, leaving you raw and there,    

reminding how you always get lost in familiarity

reminding you how forgotten you feel, 

because you care like the rain, subtle not at all, consistent and staining, but all gone when you shatter 

broken enough to love the rain

broken enough to maybe be beautiful. 

You said the deadline was August 21, right? Well, it's the 22..........

Oh, I guess I wasn't specific enough, but I meant the poems were due by the 21st, but judging would be the next day. Sorry about the misunderstanding!

Ok, so this round was actually really difficult to judge, since so many people submitted with a lot of different styles and great poems, but after a lot of thought, I decided on these:

Honourable mention- Rogue Wilding, I liked the upbeat tone and positive view of rain, which I totally agree with, and I'm glad to find a fellow Pluviophile!

Third place- Leo, even though it struck me as an angstier poem, I can still appreciate the emotion and descriptions throughout your writing. The fact that that there was still a ray of hope that seemed shine through at the end left a good impression too.

Second place- Summer, I found your similes and comparisons rather intriguing, and the lines were split in an interesting way as well. I also enjoyed how the poems seemed to be about subverting expectations, and showed how even though rain might initially seem like a bad thing, it ends up cleansing and refreshing instead.

First place- Nyx! I absolutely love your imagery and word choice, especially since I can completely relate to the sort of abstract, almost figurative and more thoughtful style of writing. It's hard to pick out a specific line to be my favourite, but I really liked the "thousand diamonds shattering" and "Sparkling gems skip and/bounce" Congratulations!

Everyone, thank you for participating and keep up the creativity! I hope to see you in the next round.