Faces stinging to wind’s embrace
beneath a sky, stretched and speckled
like an old canvas drenched in dusty paint.
Sunbeams peek through candy floss clouds
to create blush-pink pillows
that drift aimlessly in a leisurely sky.
In the distance, the sugar froth puffs darken,
signalling the approach of the wet season.
Within the hour, the first dark messenger
bobbles across a leaden canopy,
and a drop of rain clings tentatively
in time’s brief moment,
until it cannot any more.
What I have tried to convey in the poem
My thinking behind the construction of this piece is rooted in the observation of the natural world, and I have tried to weave a layer of symbolism and emotion into the poem, inviting the reader to reflect on the beauty and impermanence of life, in just a few words.
The clouds drifting aimlessly are meant to evoke a sense of leisure, as if time itself has slowed down to witness the impending change.
The raindrop represents life itself, holding on for its brief existence, only to let go and become part of something greater when it falls to the earth.
The rain shower itself is portrayed as a messenger, a dark omen, and a bearer of life all at once. It signifies the dual nature of change, where endings and beginnings often coexist.
I have attempted in this poem to introduce a deeper layer beneath the obvious level description of a rain shower.