Varieties of Rain

Written for:  Wednesday Muse #3 – Fifty Shades of Rain  (posted by Toni)
Write a poem about rain.  You can use the Japanese words.

“Today the prompt is “rain”. We all have rain in common – too much, too little, gentle spring rain, torrential summer rain, rain mixed with snow, soaking cold rain. Walking in the rain, singin’ in the rain, dancing in the rain, playing in the rain. We stay inside and drink soup or tea or something cozy with alcohol, read while it rains, listen to the rain on the roof before we go to sleep. We groan at the rain when we have to walk in it to a bus or train stop and curse up a blue streak when a car goes by and SPLASH! thoroughly wets us through.

Basho wrote of rain:”

spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasp’s nest

“The Japanese actually have 50+ words for rain unlike the Inuit which really do not have 100s of words for snow. Being Japanese, their words for rain are seasonal and specific and at times, extremely artistic. We Westerners look at rain as rain – the same rain that falls in the morning in spring is the same rain that falls at night in autumn. Right? Nope. The Japanese are so in tune with the changing of the seasons around them and how those seasons affect them, they created haiku – a poetic form about changing seasons, nature, and the now. The melancholy felt when the seasons changed and climate changes took place are part of their concept of mono no aware. Here are some of the “rain” words for you:”

ame – rain
kosame – light rain
kisame – rain that drips from tree branches
enu – misty rain
ooame – heavy rain
yokoburi – driving rain
kanu – cold winter rain
shun rin – spring rain
shun u – gentle spring rain
shuu rin – autumn rain
nagame – long rain
yuudachi – sudden evening rain
shinotsukuame – intense rain
yulimajiri – snow and rain
uhyou – freezing rain
hisame – very cold rain or hail
ryokuu – summer rain
touu – winter rain
houshanouu – radioactive rain

Enu, misty rain, refreshes
my face like a spray of fresh lavender.
Yuudachi, sudden evening rain, sparkles
in silver ribbons down the window
from which I look out. Puts me in
a dreamy state where thoughts are
often surprising.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Varieties of Rain

  1. macalder02 says:

    It seems that the raindrops reveal your poetic vein.


  2. Lovely rain….we are getting a small amount, after no rain for a very long time…it is so welcome. But we need much more.


  3. Carrie V. H. says:

    The rain drops are a beautiful muse for you Sara! Lovely!!


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