Third Place, Wet Whisper of Rain

by Debbie Okun Hill

Wet Whisper of Rain 

Pit! Pat! Soft steps beneath darkened sky!

I am summer rain drumming, ballet light.
Toes and quarter notes tapping on your tent.

Can you hear my knock? Wet whispers
outside your unscreened flap?

Gentle at first, a sputter!  Pit! Pat! Then a stutter,
a pause, 	no appreciative applause  

before resuming my private rain dance:
a pirouette over and above your canvas shield.

No fiddler on this rooftop!

More like wind instruments rustling maple leaves
minutes before the storm.

My footsteps, now heavier in this orchestrated courtship.

Soon I will trombone slide—with nature’s music-- 
tumble fall 

	from night’s exhaustion down your slope.
But first I am balanced: brass trumpets usher out the stars
my confidence soars beneath burdened clouds.

And you, my friend, dream-drift-turn in your sleep 
twist thoughts in your sleeping bag, oblivious to my arrival 

and departure: my waterfall of regrets, pour out
to cleanse the moisture lingering on your tent fly.
Hours later in the wink of morning, red-breasted robins wake you.

The ostrich ferns, a wet lace canopy, stand tall over moss beds
drink the spilled water I left behind like a secret message: 

a rippling reflection mirrored at the edge of your camp site
waiting for you to begin again with the fresh scent of a single kiss.

My renaissance; this rain barrel recollection of summer.

Judge Anna Yin’s comments:

I like the musical and playful energy in the poem as if the words were dancing like rain.


Debbie Okun Hill is a Canadian poet/blogger with over 450 poems published in Canada, and the US. She has one trade book Tarnished Trophies (Black Moss Press, 2014) and four poetry chapbooks. Follow her literary journey on her blog Kites Without Strings where for over seven years she has posted over 180 features.

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