Rain


“You love the thunder and you love the rain. You know your hunger like you know your name.” – Jackson Browne

I should be a better man, dry and tall, holding an umbrella underneath this waterfall!

The rain it came above “Navajo Lake”, it filled my youthful eyes. It made me cry to find my way, I wept until I was dry. Before I knew what, I should be, I was older and not so wise. For still the rain came inside me, it built a graveyard to help me hide, it stifled oxygen, and it stopped belief.

The rain it came above “Navajo Lake“, it came from hell below, and it fell in sheets of shadows until its liquid filled me so. An overwhelming void of nothing, for here opposites do not grow. A changing rite of season dragging age within its tow. I heard nothing of the thunder; I guess Jackson Browne don’t know, the rain without the thunder is inward hunger that continues to grow. The water poured without and within me, a black depression calling deep too deep in the valley, where it keeps. A world in water, nobody swimming for me to see, a world in water, weightless, weight that drowns, no keys. Then a calling, my spirit disappeared in memory, the heavens met the earth, and life and death bound me. There’s more water, raining nightly inwardly. Soaking quiet, when a whisper is said complete. Silence, silence, when I can’t recognize my face I see. Silence, silence, when I can’t recognize my face I see.

Play the Hammond, in the graveyard reverie, while it is raining, from my fair youth to the muddy life that flails in grief. Inward stranger, can’t you find a better way, lift your burdens, in the soaking, constant rain. I called the storm down, how do I make it go away. All my life now, held in a constant sway, where there is reason, somebody help me pray. Inside this pale, how it does rain, I’ve seen the oceans, no islands displayed. Roaring, silence, where everything no longer stays. Roaring silence, where everything no longer stays.

The rain it came above “Navajo Lake”, it filled my youthful eyes. It made me cry to find my way, I wept until I was dry. Before I knew what, I should be, I was older and not so wise. For still the rain came inside me, it built a graveyard to help me hide, could be I am a better man, I will look outside and maybe I will see heaven.

I Am that I Am a better man, dry and tall, holding an umbrella underneath this waterfall! – 07.18.2018 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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70 thoughts on “Rain

  1. I am happy to be the first to comment on this beautiful deep piece. Your writing writing always touches me Daniel, but none more so then when you take to the darkness within you and find life. I love this. ❤ ❤ ❤ Heather

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  2. Great work Daniel, the journey through depression to wholeness is a fight no one understands unless they have traveled it. Your writing speaks volumes! Thank you.

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  3. The personal touch you gave this piece was breath taking to me. I too as many others can identify with the debilitating effects or affect as the case may be of depression and its associated rain. Very well written. Thank you Daniel.

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  4. Dear Daniel,

    Your wording is personal, at times almost too much, but that too is the genius of your thoughts as you write. At first I was saddened by the darkness that this piece presents, and then I read on to the end and your exit is wonderful. Once again I find myself amazed at your ability.
    ❤ Ruby

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  5. Daniel, “Rain” holds so much more than water as a metaphor, it appears as a personal testimony to agony and success. It was beautifully composed, and I adored the Counting Crows song you chose to go with it. Your writing amazes me. ❤

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  6. Rain, is a marvelous piece showing humanity Daniel. The darkest hour sometimes turns into days for me as well, and it is very helpful to know that there is first of all an umbrella, and always an opportunity to reach the sun again.

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  7. This was a beautiful personal read. The imagery was strong in presenting the rain as a descriptive of your feelings. I do not believe I have ever read depression described better. A marvelous ending, and the “Rain King” song fit so well. 💛

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  8. Daniel my friend, this post struck very close to home for me, as so many of your post do. You described the internal thoughts and feelings I have had so many times with myself through the years. I trust your day is a bright one today my young friend. Thank you. Bill

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  9. My brother, you have written of me as well, as our dear brother Bill it appears. I will happily stand in the rain with you and others until the sun appears. Thank you my friend for another wonderful piece of personal writing. Shalom, Den

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  10. Dear Daniel, As with so many of your writings I read this wonderful piece, and found many things that apply to me. The line about not recognizing your own face is the most powerful line I have read ever. Thank you. Respectfully, Abby ❤

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      • The truth to ourselves when we finally see it, is so often unrecognizable. I have found that to be the case many times in my own life. Thank you once again for your wonderful post.

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  11. words that always feel like blanket to keep me warm, even if the storm consumes me…as my soul drowns within the rain
    you have a way with words that draws one in to.see what is and what is to be
    i like the song, fits within that rain with no thunder 🙂 yes i think maybe we all deserve a little more even if its a blanket to keeps us warm as we wait out the storm
    Take Care Daniel…You Matter..

    mary

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    • Thank you Mary Rose for your beautiful kind comment. I am humbled by it. The opportunity to write a spell that crafts that blanket is my constant prayer. Often I fail, and I suppose its when I am in the rain that I do. But occasionally I’m not. Thanks again dear friend.

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    • Hi Gigi, I had to respond to your comment right away. Thank you for making it. To tell you the truth I rally hadn’t thought of the point you made when I was writing this piece, but I think it is a very valid one. “We call our own storms”. Its a fascinating thought. Tank you.

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