There Is Rain

There is rain
just outside the doorway.
There are stairs
just inside it, where I sit.

There is a door
up the steps, behind me.
It is open, and just inside it
are my books, my bed, your bracelet on the stand.

There is rain, and the sound of rain, 
outside my downstairs doorway.
There are hurrying strangers and taxis going by.
It is wet, but it isn't cold.

I have been watching
carefully, the street just outside my doorway.
I have been thinking of the way you say certain words;
especially the way you speak my name.

If you come,
my door will be open, the stairway behind me clear.
There will be coffee, and the smell of coffee.
Your boots will paint themselves in rain all the way up.



. said…
"There is rain, and the sound of rain"

This is gorgeous, especially with how you build upon it several lines later, here:

"There will be coffee, and the smell of coffee"

This is also a weighted line, conveying a great deal: "I have been watching carefully"

But that last line gave me chills. Quite potent indeed.
hedgewitch said…
Your love poems are in a class by themselves, always, Shay, and this is no exception. Love, dreams, home and harmony light this one up like the flame in an old-fashioned kerosene lantern, leaving a warm yellow glow against the rain that isn't cold, and only exists to decorate the boots of the beloved.
Sherry Blue Sky said…
This is so wonderful - warm and welcoming and one writes love poems like you do.
Other Mary said…
Who could resist that?
Sioux Roslawski said…
So sensuous, Shay. The bit about "my..., my...,your bracelet" and "Your boots will paint themselves in rain" is exquisite.

Cloudia said…
Beautiful word painting.
" My, my, Your "
Nice fulcrum to introduce theme;
Rain setting the tempo;
Door open- to much in the poem, and in the reader. You remain my fave living poet.

ALOHA from Honolulu

Marian said…
ooooh, i love this. very much. repetition, meditation. love.
Vandana Sharma said…
A perfect day for love!
Sumana Roy said…
i love this warmth and wait...
cosmos cami said…
So gentle. This reeks with a heavy mood that I want to sink into. That last line is stunning.
Anonymous said…
tender; beautiful ~
brudberg said…
There can be comfort in solitude.. there can be bliss in the melancholy.. and if that visitor will come, the waiting has been worth it...
TexWisGirl said…
that was beautiful.
Debi Swim said…
Oh WOW. Chill bumps of pleasure.
Kathryn Dyche said…
the rain . . . and that last line is just perfect.
Mark Kerstetter said…
I really like the sensuousness of this.
Mama Zen said…
Several people have already called this sensuous, and I can't help but join in. This envelops you.
You engage all the senses here, and it just makes the longing more razor sharp. X-O-Lent.
Carrie Van Horn said…
Your words have so eloquently in a gentle matter of fact way led us to your side. Lovely! :-)
Sara said…
I love how you used rain in this poem. I could hear it and feel it. I agree with others, this is wonderful use of the senses. My favorite line was this one, "I have been thinking of the way you say certain words; especially the way you speak my name." OH! Those words touch the heart:~)
Looooooooooooove your words!

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