Thursday, May 21, 2015

The rain comes in--By Richard Carl Subber--United States

The rain comes in

The rain comes in, spattering, thin,
            staining high sand, sparing the lee.
Seabirds aloft, lifting, drifting,
            unhurried, as they scan the sea.
The rain comes in,
            then fades, silence,
                     my delight is quiet in me.

Richard Carl Subber (Rick) is a freelance editor, a writing coach and an amateur  historian. He’s a former newspaper reporter/editor who transferred his love of language to more satisfying expressions. Rick is a proud grandpa who is patiently teaching his granddaughter how to write, in case there is poetry in her future. His blogs are: and


  1. Hello, Richard, I love reading this creative piece from which I could paint a marvelous oil painting! Very beautiful, with much depth and imagery. S

  2. You surely have given me an image to relish on here. l loved reading this illustrious poem.

  3. Thank you all, I continue to learn, as y'all know, that encouragement from fellow writers is a wonderful motivator! I try to read my poem again, as you have seen it....

  4. Nice poem Richard. I enjoyed reading it! Best wishes, Chris~

    1. Thanks, Chris, I read your piece "The Eagle" a few days ago, if you can manage "gliding peacefully" with 20 grandchildren sharing your life, there must be more poetry in that!