December Rain

The sky sinks low, flat grey and leaking rain,
A misty wet wind shakes the sodden leaves;
Raindrops run down my neck and up my sleeves;
Gutters sing a pitter-patter refrain.
I duck my head under the barn doorframe.
My worn gloves are wet and starting to freeze.
Smoke from the house chimney feels like a tease;
I want to feel the wood stove’s warming flames.

20 thoughts on “December Rain

  1. Lovely if cold! Was this a purely physical rain, or is there a deeper metaphor? 🙂 I ask, because I was about to comment on the physical…I find it delightful when words mean different things to different people: I can see and even feel your December rain, but if I were to write a poem about December rain it would be about the welcome relief from humid heat, as December is our first month of summer. Your poem gives me a fascinating glimpse into something I can only understand by imagination and for that, I thank you. 🙂

  2. Greetings:Hope that you have had a great Merry Christmas.Thanks for the delightful support along the way,Happy New Year.Share a piece of your poetry today at our poetry party today if you could, old ones are okay.Have fun!Sending you love and blessings.Cheers.xoxox

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