Rain

By Frances Macaulay Forde

Thu, 27 Aug 2026
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TANKA: Rain

 

Heavy metal skies.

Cloud’s pregnant waiting time.

Releasing their juice,

shards of silver arrows fall.

Running rivers of relief.

 

Frances
Macaulay Forde © 2002

*Published in ‘Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey’ Ireland 2003,
MMB.

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Hidden Capacity ~ a poet's journey (Pub, Ireland 2003)
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Neat form.

Just been experiencing this. We learn to appreciate it! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Turlough on

Your line

Cloud’s pregnant waiting time

struck a chord with me.

Here in summer we often experience heavy and very destructive hail storms. We know they are coming when we see mammatus clouds. These are huge, pouch-like clusters resembling udders (hence the name mammatus) that hang beneath the base of a parent cumulonimbus thunder cloud. It’s in these that hailstones as big as hens’ eggs are formed.

Turlough