I wrote this one rainy evening after sitting at my window and listening to the sound of rain for over an hour. I have fallen asleep many nights to the random yet consistant sound of falling rain outside my window, and it was my desire to capture something of that feeling in this poem. There is also some interesting symbolism in this poem that I only picked up on after I had finished writing it. Look closely at the words I used in reference to rain throughout the poem, the relationship between the rain and the plants and earth that it is falling on, and the general feeling of the poem, especially the last two stanzas. I'm not going to state directly the symbolism I think I see in all of that because I want to see if anyone else sees it too. If you think you see the symbolism or just want better clues on what to look for, e-mail me.
-J.R.