Raining

I think it’s clear as to what this bit of poetry is about, but perhaps it is more open to interpretation than I think it appears.

It’s not great, but it gets something across and for that I’m happy.

I hope you enjoy.

Drops fall down and all around
Though from a safe, close distance
I only get to hear them fall
And reach a surface
At the end of their journey
I listen as shapes change the scene
Rendering most of the drops
An impression formed from sound
Rather than something
With visible form to my sight
It almost seems as though
It creates a mass of sound
Designed to lull listeners
Into a feeling of calmness
It almost seems to never end
Even into the night
When all drops are rendered
An impression formed from sound
Rather than something physical
At the end of their journey

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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2 Responses to Raining

  1. This is beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

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