☆ Poetry: Autumn storms weep, gnash, and erupt into sublimity
Managing editor Lauren Oliver first drafted the following poem two years ago—and finished it just in time for our first autumn rain, this past Monday.
Our very own editor Lauren Oliver celebrates San Jose's first fall rain, below, with an elegant two-stanza poem that recalls the exquisite, otherworldly feelings of wonder we have after a storm's passed. An Opp Now exclusive.
"First Rain"
Let us watch as the neon green fictional sky
casts a screen over everything touched by the eye.
Rain has come, there was lightning, I’m sure there was fire,
The earth’s bitter colors each wept on the pyre.
In beholding this emerald-dyed ikon, my heart
flashes back to fresh sorrows that wrenched it apart.
Grief of heaven and ground stormed the sky as tsunami,
then broke into color while sparkling down on me.
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