V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #43: Rain

Raindrops, not tears,
blur my vision –
the line of trees before me
a glistening blur.
The pounding in my temples
is just the steady rhythm
of watery drip, drip, drip,
not the incessant roar
of my blood pounding –
discordant is this day.

I wrote this piece while stranded in Mississippi, with eighteen hours of driving still ahead of us, and no idea when we might resume our trip. The car had been towed to the shop and the RV mechanic had not yet shown up. Rain began pummelling down early in the morning, and showed no sign of letting up.

As we all know, rain does stop, and circumstances change, and so, hopefully, by the time you read this, I am safe and dry in our home, the incidence all but forgotten.

April is, according to lore, the month of showers, washing away the old and watering the new.

What does rain mean to you? Show me in photographs, tell me in poems or prose, or any other creative means of expression.

Look forward to your responses.

Unsure how to proceed? Just drop me a line below.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

50 thoughts on “V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #43: Rain

  1. First, I’m so glad you’re home…a good shower will wash off the lesser aspects of your travel, probably 🙂 And I gotta love “rain” prompts…will try to be more timely with my response post… 🙂

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  2. Welcome to Canada. 🙂 Glad for you that you made it home okay. Being stranded is not a fun prospect. From my memory, your RV has caused problems on another occasion on your trip. Maybe time to retire it. 😉

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