In the Rain
In the Rain
A Poem by John D. Evans, Ed.D.
In the rain
In the rain
That's where we would play
Rain pouring down
That's when we'd go out
In the rain
Those were the days
Of course, I didn't know it then
Little did I know, Momma
You were my best friend
Those were some of my favorite days
In the rain
In the rain
In the rain
We let go of the pain
All our troubles gone
Got a brand new song
In the rain
I remember climbing up the ladder
Sliding down the board
Kicking my legs on the swing
As the rain on us would pour
We had the outside to ourselves
When it rained
We played like little kids
Laughing and loving one another
In the rain
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Beauty to read. The emotional turn at
Our trouble's gone
We got a brand new song
creates a twist from emotional pandering to ironic musings--that's the stuff of dreams. You could build this into a nice volta and create/ward it towards a Gluckian post-modern realization, you could also put a piece of yourself for later writers to muse over (that's always the difficulty with muses, they tend to sing the same but by degrees), the Medussian head trauma inflected by Plath's stoned lyric brought house(s) down (think Black Swan meets Pollock)--digressing... I tend to get into a feedback loop when I hear influences (the one thing I learned from Bloom)... anyways (sorry)
I think the phrasings here are splendid music, but without the necessary violence in the turn, the narrator seeps back into musing about yesteryear (check out Kiekergard and Hiroshima Mon Amor [I'll link a poem on the topic later--want to re-cord/order it first]). The major drawback in the path of the violent turn will be some realizations on the deeper spectrum that will change the persona ineluctably in ways the poet did not want, or even need, that's the price of admission.
Rilke in the original--that would be a lesson. I can't even find a adequate copy of a Rilke translation--it's like you have sink-in that thick step German to march your way forward--before I drift into some psychological dilemma about how Nietzsche must have needed to think in German to realize the Germanic tribes (en masse) must have found their Gods (woodland spirits) like great Roman masters with a whip and chain for a beating heart of capitalistic symbolism --
Back to reality, hope you garner some insight into the materials suggested and see how much a little craft can change much--the only guarantee is that it is your path that must drive the will.
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