Herotomost ~ Corey Rowley's Challenge

Hello, this is your resident Laundry Goddess, Susie Clevenger.  Kerry tapped me on the shoulder, well not exactly a tap. She sent me an e-mail to let me know it was my turn to pass the baton challenge to the next member in the garden. I immediately thought radio, Mexican Radio that is, and our Herotomost, Corey Rowley.

I sent an e-mail to Corey and asked him if he would take part in the challenge and this is what I presented him with:

My challenge for you is to write a poem about rain. Just some ideas. How does it make you feel? Has it ever had an impact on your life..too much...too little. Does it ever make you feel romantic...curl up and read or write? Curse it for not being able to do what you want? You have complete freedom to write in any poetic form and in any direction you choose.  Corey graciously accepted with, “So on board…I will get to work and try to make you proud.”    Five Days of Rain Your judgments rained steadily upon me, five days straight Melting my raincoat defenses, exposing aging brick and mortar….a regular guy That one drop on the tip of my tongue, cruel in every detail, spread like acid Melting self esteem You grew into a giant of a woman that day and I had no suitable weapons Rain, rain….go away You can’t harvest wet grain dear….. But if the sun refuses your invitation For God’s sake rain…go away It rained for five days straight the day you left Enough to wash away my blood that coagulated on the hot concrete Into the storm drains with my soul, I hope it makes it to the ocean some day Spreading my promise I thought I would come apart at the seams listening to my shadow Rain, rain….go away You should have built a boat dear…. But time has stolen your moment For my sake rain…go away It poured for five days straight the day you called me, begging Making it seem as though I was a man worth having, your mistake Toweling my body dry with misplaced kindness, remodeling outdated thoughts Crying, spilt milk You receded into a mouse of a woman that day and I had a restocked armory Rain, rain….go away You can’t erase the past dear…. And I won’t succumb to your pain For your sake rain….go away I bend to the sun warm upon my cheeks and hope that you find drier days © 2012 Corey Rowley There was never any doubt for me that Corey would make me proud. Thanks so much Corey for participating in my challenge and writing such an emotional piece about rain.