Rained In

He’s sitting in his car
reined in by rain, single, hundreds
thousands of rain drops are bashing
themselves against the windshield

he could get out and let the rain soak him,
he has done that, laughing, tilting up
his face to rain, an airborne ecstasy —
but rained in, he sees a lesson

marvels at how the raindrops fall,
splash, break apart, slide together
and without notice of race, color, or creed,
commingle all their wetness and

watery wonderness into new droplets,
then bigger drops, a trickle, then a stream
pouring off the car hood, to race downhill,
eventually to what stream, river, mother ocean, and

his wish, that we all be raindrops
touching one another, flowing,
flowing in an out of one another,
as he gets out to let the rain wet his face.


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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One Response to Rained In

  1. Rosemerry says:

    oh so very very beautiful, a prayer, a deepening grace

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