Weather as inspiration

Almost anything can inspire.  I take that back.  Anything can inspire.  After all inspiration is getting ideas from something that you come in contact with, something that makes you think, do, create.

Well, putting my child to bed tonight, we listened to the rain on her skylights.  The following was inspired by that experience, by the sound of the drops, by her trying to settle down to sleep.

Julia’s Rain

By Kimberly L. McClune

May 18, 2011

Trying to sleep

The low lit room was alive

With fresh, soft sound.

Rain tapped

Pita-pat on her window,

Roof,

Skylights.

Listening

Her body became the rain

Her feet, tiny dancing droplets

Her legs, big fat drops,

Splat

Her body, mist clinging to the air

Suspended

Her arms, great sheets of rain

Attacking sideways

Her head,

The sound itself.

Echoing in her ears

Cotton balls

Fairies feet

Drum roll

Fingers tapping

No rhythm

No pattern

Nothing sensible

It filled her completely,

Embodying the rain

Falling purposefully,

At first slowly, softly,

Then fearfully,

A weight.  Averse to landing,

She cuddled closely in the soft blanket.

Feeling the rain push onward

Press down,

Caress her consciousness

Lulling,

Cradling,

Hush.

Taken by the rain,

She slept.