how rain gets out of control
how driving hard
it spark-mists hot black pavement
how pouring down
it pulls a vertical sheath
madly against the thing you need seen
how it pounds incensed
on a roof of tessellating tin
until it runs off
to bubble up at leaf-tips
clear-vision globes perfectly balanced
edge on ends
their future dried up in an instant's glare.
tears can be mistaken
for the sound of rain
how trying to control the self undone
unmakes the quilt of calm in a room
crazy with grief
how the surfeit of that first drop
becomes the next to follow
the heart pinging and pining.
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this poem for the April 20 Blog Carnival, sponsored by Bridget Chumbley of One Word at a Time and Peter Pollock of Rediscovering the Church.
The Blog Carnival is a biweekly online event open to anyone. Participants write on a one-word prompt or topic. This week's is "self-control".
Go here for a list of links to all of the contributions, which are posted throughout Tuesday and often through to the end of the week.
The Blog Carnival's FaceBook page is here.