It Is Raining In San Francisco

  • Raining in San Francisco
    • It is raining in San Francisco,
      • One drop, many drops,
      • Heard, and unheard,
      • Cherished and cursed,
      • Sometimes from the same lips.
    • It is raining in San Francisco,
      • Drip, Drip, Drop, Drip,
      • Umbrella here, umbrella there, umbrellas everywhere,
      • rushing here, rushing there,
      • someone pushing, someone shoving.
    • It is raining in San Francisco,
      • Splish, splash, splish, splash,
      • Some absorb the energy, some brush it away.
      • Invigorating to some, debilitating to others.
    • It is raining in San Francisco,
      • God’s tears of joy, God’s tears of sadness,
      • Each drop a remembrance, each drop a wish,
      • A prayer whispered, a prayer roared,
    • Someone is listening, I am listening.

 

Originally written January 24, 1996

  • January can be rainy in San Francisco.  This prose was a reflection on the rain and different perspectives  of the people in the rain and how they handle the rain.  I have been on both sides at different times in my life.    I enjoy walking in the rain sometimes with an umbrella and sometimes without.   It can be a peaceful time or even a frightening time with thunder and lightning hitting nearby.  When the rain has passed the air smells different and refreshing.   
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