If Only this Damned Rain would Stop

[a poem by ~burning woman~ ]

If only, she sighed heavily
it was raining harsh and hard
on the shelter’s tin roof
spring flowers taking a pounding
across the street in a stranger’s yard
I wish it didn’t remind me of the bombings
the screams, the shouts and the blood
the running away scared in the dark
the fires lighting lurid shadows
when death lurked everywhere

If only I didn’t feel
this anger, this terror, this hopelessness
when my little sister was killed
my older brother carried her
until his strength failed and he could not
we buried her under rubble
so she would not be found
her body desecrated

If only I could remember
something else, something
that did not hurt so much
if I could hear her voice singing
just once more, oh, just once more remembering
how her beautiful slender fingers
made our piano keys dance
and we all smiled with tears in our eyes

If only I could still be sure
I believed in heaven once
God was good to us when we were at peace
we prayed, we worshiped dutifully
as was expected. It seemed right
but now it makes no sense anymore
after they stole everything
and destroyed our home

If only this could be home again
but it will never be home, never
the people here hate us and fear us
if only they knew what their hate does
how it killed my beautiful little sister
how it killed me
I am dead now
their hate can no longer kill me, just hurt

If only, she thought
this damned rain would stop, just

27 thoughts on “If Only this Damned Rain would Stop

  1. sherazade

    La pioggia è dentro di noi ed è lei il parafulmine della nostro sofferenza.
    By the way it s raining in Rome from more than days…


  2. thelonelyauthorblog

    THis is your second poem I have read today. Some people can write eloquently and you fall in love with their words. You have that talent as well. But more importantly, you can write emotion. Even some very good poets here in WP cannot do that.


    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Well Andrew, you just blew away my cover. Now I cannot claim I’ve never been accused of being a poet. Oh, wait, you said “poetry” not “poet” so technically I can write poetry without having to be a poet. That’ll work… 🙂 Snideishness apart, thanks for that wonderful comment!


  3. thereckoning12

    Omg, Sha’tara!! Love this beyond words. You, my friend, are a true poetess. Don’t you dare say you’re not. I won’t tolerate it lol.
    But seriously, Thelonious Thor nailed it. You write well, yes. But beyond that, the reader feels your emotions. This piece is very special and very striking. I love the imagery and I feel the emotions.
    Okay poetess, keep pouring your heart out ….it’s working for you! 💙


    1. thereckoning12

      Thelonious Thor?? What the..? Auto correct at it again…but it does sound like a cool mythical name 👍


    2. Sha'Tara Post author

      I need to respond, first seriously: I have tears in my eyes right now, because I still feel that the title of “poetess” remains too up there for me; I don’t know, maybe it’s false pride but I don’t think so. I’m sorry but I cannot take credit for your beautiful words… um, well, how about OK, it’s not really me? I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I think that poem, because it came right on the tail of ours, there is connection there. This one’s ours too, then.
      On the humorous side, Thelonius Thor for our friend Andrew the lonely author, wow, I think he should adopt that – it’s just feels so awesome!

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  4. Sha'Tara Post author

    I’m trying to imagine a post where the spell checker is allowed complete freedom! My British fellow blogger Kertsen had been called Kerosene by the almighty Spell Checker. We could all get some really cool new names!

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  5. franklparker

    Powerful – and, yes, you do qualify as a ‘poetess’ with work like that. It exposes your compassionate nature in a way that grabs at the heart strings.


  6. Lisa R. Palmer

    Gut-wrenching and real. Too real, perhaps. I am caught up completely, heart engaged, feeling every single word…

    Bravo on the writing; it’s truly brilliant poetry! Boohoo on the topic; my tears are flowing…

    And… for the record, I am a huge fan of “closing the circle” as you did (tying the beginning and ending together by decrying the rain). It gives a sense of completion, nothing left hanging…

    Truly… well done!!


  7. Woebegone but Hopeful

    You’re on a roll these days Sha’ Tara. A collection beckons!
    Max Ernest’s ‘Europe After The Rains II’ popped into my head when I read this.


      1. Woebegone but Hopeful

        Incredible, no wonder it figured on SF anthologies.
        Shook my mind in the 1960s…..in a good way


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