Poem for a Rainy Day: Excuse Me

rainfall on ink

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It’s a rainy day here in Victoria, BC. Care to join me at the keyboard and read a poem?

Here is my latest poetic creation. Have a wonderful day and stay dry!

Excuse Me

Excuse me.
You. Yes. You.
You stand in front of me in a
Soaked red t-shirt and a grin full of
Wonder. Why do you not wear a coat?
The rain falls with abandonment.
Why do you not care that you are wet?

Me? Who? Me?
I care, I wonder, I grin.
My coat is at home, along with my
Fears built over years.
Why do you insist on wearing a coat?
The rain falls with excitement.
Why do you deny your skin of the
Invigorating touches of raindrops?

High above, the dark sky watches the scene.
A woman flails her arms excitedly as
She speaks with a man in a red t-shirt.
After a few minutes, the woman closes her mouth.
She slowly takes off her coat and
The sky shakes itself in delight.
The raindrops increase in number as the
Woman jumps in a puddle, to
Join the man in the red t-shirt.

Β©2013 Christy Birmingham

This is christyb looking at the dark sky with a smile.

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91 thoughts on “Poem for a Rainy Day: Excuse Me

  1. rollyachabot

    Hi Christy… love these lines and they resonate with my way of thinking… your words here have sparked questions of what are people missing in life because of fears and doubts. One just never really knows until they simply try….

    The sky shakes itself in delight.
    The raindrops increase in number as the
    Woman jumps in a puddle, to
    Join the man in the red t-shirt.

    Hugs from Alberta

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  2. davidprosser

    What a beautiful piece Christy. We could do with many more young men reminding everyone that they should enjoy all variations of the weather, after all our skin is shrink proof.
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

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  3. Gray Dawster

    Sometimes what first appears to be rather impractical proves to be something exhilarating and she definitely enjoyed the rain upon her, it invigorated her every whim πŸ™‚ I really like this one Christy, it is fun and touches upon realism, in short it is a beautiful piece of poetry πŸ™‚

    Andro xxxx

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      You’re quite right Andro that the impractical can turn into a wonderful discovery that actually makes a lot of sense! You are one of the few people to catch the ‘realism’ tones in the poem. Thank-you!

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  4. lscotthoughts

    What a delightful poem for a rainy day, Christy, and I just love, “the sky shakes itself in delight!” I won’t say, “stay dry” because maybe it would be more fun to go puddle jumping! πŸ™‚ xx

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  5. Aquileana

    β–ΊHello Christyβ–Ί

    I love this poem. Congratulations, it is really very nice… πŸ™‚

    Regarding the structure, I believe it is a completely original poem which links to a sort of “narrative poetic pattern”, as I see it…

    The First two stanzas show us a dialogue between a woman and a man.
    In the last stanza we can see a sort of metaphorical personification of the sky which watches the scene from above meanwhile it keeps on raining…

    Going step by step now:

    β–ΊIn the First Stanza, the woman (you, or a female character who speaks in first person) talks to the man with the red t-shirt…

    He asks her why she doesnΒ΄t wear a coat , considering the rain is falling “with abandonment”. Despite it, she doesnΒ΄t seem to care about his words nor about the rain… (at least we know that when he asks her: “Why do you not care that you are wet?”).

    β–ΊIn the Second Stanza, the woman replies and “takes the floor”.

    She tells him that she has left her coat at home… “along with her Fears built over years”.

    In this sense we can relate “the coat” with the past, with the “denial of the skin” as you say…

    The touches of raindrops are of course associated with a vital impulse.
    Meaning, with both Life and Love. And maybe also with an invigorating sexual force which probably tends to accept “the touch of her skin” (Do you remember, this is also the title of that other poem you have once written?)…

    β–ΊFinally the third Stanza, which is lovely… Just beginning with that personification of the raining sky (“High above, the dark sky watches the scene”)…

    That dark and cloudy sky is a sort of future witness of the final encounter of the woman and the man.

    She speaks to him, she whispers something to him, but the sky just canΒ΄t reach her soft voiceΒ΄s words …

    That is when- in a denotative way- she finally sets free from the past (“She slowly takes off her coat and”).

    The immovable sky happily reacts and “shakes itself in delight with raindrops that increase in number” as the woman jumps in a puddle to join the man in the red t-shirt.

    Thanks for this beautiful share my dearest friend;

    All the best for you !

    Aquileana πŸ™‚

    ●▬▬▬▬๑۩۩๑▬▬▬▬●

    And by the way, talking about rain…

    I love this song by Prince, “Purple Rain”, so I am adding it too (as a bonustrack)

    And the lyrics below here:

    http://www.metrolyrics.com/purple-rain-lyrics-prince.html

    “I never meant to cause you any sorrow/ I never meant to cause you any pain.
    I only wanted to one time see you laughing/ I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain”.

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Ah yes, Purple Rain is a classic! Prince songs never go out of style, do they…

      You always offer me wonderful insights and I’m glad my words of poetry can do the same for you. It makes me happy that my poems can cause you to ponder the world and perhaps see new details in the surroundings.

      This is Christy saying ‘chat soon!’ from BC and I’m speaking to my friend in BA πŸ™‚ xx

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      1. Aquileana

        “If anybody knows what he (Prince) Is talking about come on raise your hands”…

        And… Congrats again for your newest poem …

        β”€β”€βœ½βœΏβœ½β”€β”€

        Hugs to CB (FROM BA TO BC);

        Aquileana πŸ˜‰

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    2. Lorraine Marie Reguly

      Aquileana, I really like how you have dissected this poem. I also love Prince’s song, Purple Rain.

      My nickname is Rain, too! (Of course, only my family calls me that!)

      Christy, I’m sorry I’m so late with my comments; I get notified of your posts via a weekly digest, and yep, you guessed it, they come a week after your posts!

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      1. Aquileana

        Hi Lorraine/Rain;
        Nice to meet you and many thanks for your kind words here..
        I will take a peek at your blog as I am now answering comments at wordpress…
        So hang on… IΒ΄ll be there soon!;
        Cheers, Aquileana πŸ™‚

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  6. Eric Alagan

    I love walking in the rain. In Singapore, its warm even when it rains. I’ve always walked in the rain and still do. People think I’m weird. They don’t know what they’re missing.

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  7. Charlene Woodley

    What a resounding mental picture this poem creates! We’re having rainy weather here too, so this post fits in well with how I occasionally enjoy jumping in the rain with hubby and kids. Letting the rain fall on our skin is so freeing and produces a sense of ‘everything is all right’ – I love that feeling and your poem describes that feeling in detail! Awesome piece my friend! πŸ™‚

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  8. seanbidd

    On a morning the day after rain, the songs of birds are at their brightest. Well they where here Sunday morning, after Saturday’s rain. Rain is full of fun, and lively sensations, “Excuse Me” glimpses upon it well. Summer is approaching fast here, Christy, and tropical rain is just one of those things one can not stay inside for, unless it’s closer to some of the extreme kind… Have a top week Christy,

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  9. Tessa

    This poem brought back many memories of being caught in ‘down pours’ when I was a kid and enjoying all that nature brings on us. And the mention of rain brings another reflection…Leaves…those items that are now starting to fall and be blown around on everyone’s lawn, pathway, garden…everywhere. They are so beautiful as their colors change and thrive, and even to walk through a path of them is fun crunching them with every step…but when it’s time to get the rake out…the fun has dwindled. However, I smile thinking of the great exercise and fresh air I am getting. It’s another season starting, let’s enjoy.

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  10. Sue Dreamwalker

    So many are afraid of the Rain… as they run through the storms….. Embracing them with abandonment flinging out our arms and embracing the rain… Like those life storms, knowing nothing can dampen our spirits…. once we learn that We are the Light of our own days…

    Brilliant Poem… and yes wouldn’t you know it Christy,,, Its pouring with rain outside right now..

    Love and Hugs Sue xox

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  11. Rachael 'Honest' Blair

    Lovely poem! It’s been raining here this morning, and the boy and I are about to put on our wellies and go looking for puddles to jump in! Actually, you’ve reminded me of a free write piece I did about that… I might post it later! Thanks for the inspiration as always Christy.

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  12. Kavita Joshi

    awe this is so beautiful Christy..love your imagination really..I think over the years I have turned from person one to person two in your poem…loved reading this poem dear…made me smile πŸ™‚ Have a wonderful day dear!

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