Today's poem, originally published in Capper's, is the title poem of my first collection, Chance of Rain, published in 2003 by Finishing Line Press.
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I apologize to those who have heard this story before, but I feel impelled to share it just one more time.
"Chance of Rain" is my lucky poem. It began life as a much longer poem, written at the kitchen table after one of my summer walks.
It was so hot that I had paused in the shade to consider whether I really thought I could make it up the next hill and then home. Just then I felt a slight breeze. Thus encouraged, I set off again toward home.
But I had started thinking of how the oppressive heat and humidity were so like the area of Southern Illinois where I grew up. I kept thinking about that, recalling what it had been like, that terrible heat.
When I got home, I started writing. I imagined an older person, about my age, sitting on a porch, scanning the skies for signs of rain. I imagined the rain's coming, sweeping across the fields. I described the old man's reaction to the rain ... all of this in considerable detail.
This narrative became a long poem which I submitted to Capper's. It was there that an alert editor, Ann Crahan, spotted eight lines that appealed to her in the middle of my poem.
She suggested that we keep those eight lines and my title. I agreed, and it became my first poem accepted for publication.
Over the years, I wrote many more pieces about rain ... or its absence ... and when those poems suggested themselves to me as a possible collection, it seemed fitting that "Chance of Rain," my first-born, my lucky poem, should be the title piece.
The poem:
CHANCE OF RAIN
The rain comes
in great galloping
gulps, faster than
the soil can sop it up.
It drums on the roof,
dances in the yard,
celebrates all the way
down the hill.
© 2003
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Today's word:
luckyAfterthoughts ... in response to your comments:
And I hope this is a lucky day for you, June ... like, hitting it big in the lottery ... or finding a five dollar bill in the parking lot ... or being treated to a beautiful sunset. Luck comes in so many shapes and sizes. Me? I feel lucky to have had so many visitors to "Chosen Words" ... where each visitor is special, really special.
I'm doing well today, thank you very much, Southernmush. I am so glad you haven't grown tired of my rain poems ... especially this "lucky" poem ... the one that started it all. I'm glad you enjoyed a beautiful fall day, but I know you're hoping for rain to visit the parched soil, too. We've had a touch of drought here, too, but nothing like your area has suffered. Let's hope you get some relief soon.
2 comments:
I like today's word....I could use some luck....LOL....June:)
Hello again Mr. Brimm,
Good evening. I do hope you are doing well today. I wanted to come by and leave you a few thoughts. I have to say that I happen to enjoy your rain poems. I am one of those people that likes to listen to the rain. You have shared this poem often but I have to tell you that I am glad that you share your rain poems with us. There is something so magical and beautiful about your poems that they come alive when a reader like me comes upon one of your poems. I especially liked hearing the poem. It was a really beautiful day in Jonesboro, Georgia all day today. The leaves are full of color and the wind is crisp and cool and the sky was a soft shade of blue. It was a perfect fall day but it would have been nice to hear the rain today especially with us going through such a drought. Thank you my dear friend for sharing your words and your poems with us. We are the lucky ones to have you here at J-Land so thank you. I can't wait to come for another visit soon. Take care.
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