The Morning San Francisco Conversation in the Rain

She talks to herself.
She talks to the rain.
She talks to nobody who walks by.

The words say nothing.
The frozen words in the San Francisco street
Make the morning say nothing.

The rain is on its way to the bus.
I am on the street in the rain.
I can’t get what I want this morning here.

I can only get the rain.
She says nothing to herself…
Again and again.
I imagine she has done it before

Peter, sometimes the rain is larger than the city, sometimes the process of communication supersedes the content.

I have mixed feelings about this poem, I sort of wish it had explored in greater detail, either the woman who talks to nothing, or the rain which pervades everything.

Keep writing, Peter, rain or shine.

Les

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/22/2008 04:35AM by les712.

Thanks for visiting, Les. Your opinion is always of value to me. It get lonely out in the rain sometimes on a Sunday morning...

Petr

Rain: The stuff that washes your neck whilst straddle a horse seven or more miles from camp. The stuff that turns to snow at sundown, and makes your rangey nag want to buck you off so he can head for the barn. The stuff that turns perfectly good pastures to mud under the hooves of a few hundred head, who have clustered in a single corner with their butts to the wind.
The stuff that makes the pastures and wild grasses grow. Makes the cricks flow, makes the well fill up after August.
Never got a day off from school for rain, but did have to work in it many an afternoon.
I've spoken to it too, but I won't tell ya'll what I say to the rain, forcause I don't use that kind of language where a lady might be present.
However, having said that, ya done good Pete. Nice job.

Thanks for visiting, Terry.

Peter

You always (almost) have something to add that's worth listening to...

Peter

Cities say a lot; their seeming silence is very expressive, especially in the rain! I like this very much , Peter.

K.Q.

Thanks,

Khalida, I am a creature of the city.

Peter

My guess is that she's a performer practising poetry recitation. Doing it in the rain avoids unwanted eavesdroppers.

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 12/26/2008 06:11PM by IanAKB.

My guess was that she was a rain visionary, and we were blessed to be in her presence. The Middle Ages in Europe had a similar attitude toward the gifted lost.

amo,

Peter

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/05/2022 01:47AM by petersz.

I went to a "Shakespear in the School Auditorium" only because it was raining in the park.

Also, rain puts out wildfires, and my paycheck goes down.


Burn baby burn.