Raindrops On My Windowpane the Saturday He Died

beautiful-rain-quotes-pictures-4-bf1af54fMy Sunday is not going so well, though I’m not sure just when or where it began to metamorphose into what it is. Somehow the day turned into “a day”. Maybe I just didn’t get enough sleep, or maybe I’m just feeling caged in a bit. So, when I was finally able to sit down and tackle today’s poetry challenge, my heart really just wasn’t in it. The prompt is Raindrops on My Windowpane. We are supposed to free write for ten minutes on the subject of rain and use three of the following words:

melancholy        grass           damp     cloudy
drizzle                 somber         rainbow

I love rainy days. I love being in my warm, cosy home with the rain pouring down outside. And I’m a romantic, so the rain is always good for inspiring poetry. In fact, I have written often about rain-one of the poems can be found under my Body of Work tab currently (see Rain At Night). But, today…yeah, not feeling it so much, maybe because I’m feeling grey and cloudy myself. Still, I sat down and wrote something. As for the subject, it’s not really about the literal death of someone, though, the title is inspired by the death of my father last year. It was only after I wrote the poem that I recognized the same feelings of loss as that day. And I think it lends itself well to the title after all.

I really hope you are having a great Sunday, and can’t wait to see you in the comments. Pack an umbrella though. It looks like rain.

xo Jesi


The Saturday He Died

By Jessica Scott



the clouds

that appear in the sky,

conjured by my

somber heart.



the air

infused by the

tears falling

from my eyes.



the lightning,


like the scar

across my heart.



I am as empty

as the clouds after

the rain has drizzled

into the grass.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

18 Replies to “Raindrops On My Windowpane the Saturday He Died

  1. Very deep. I’m seeing rain and storms as a metaphor here in describing a sad and low feeling. It’s beautiful. By the way, thanks for visiting my blog and leaving your kind comments. I hope that you have a great week.

    1. Thanks Cindy. I appreciate the hug, and am glad you like the poem. Here’s what I posted on Twitter earlier:

      And this, too, shall not last.
      It will not always be downcast,
      Though the clouds their shadows cast.
      The rainbow comes after the rain is past.

      Sometimes you just have to let it rain. The sun will shine again soon. And it helps having people tell you they care. 🙂

  2. This poem makes me want to reach out and hug you. There is such feeling in this piece. I am so glad to have gotten to know you through your poetry, and through your introductions to each challenge. I look forward to reading more from you, and once this challenge is over, I will stalk, um I mean follow you closer by spending some time reading through all your work. Hugs, and stay strong!

    1. LOL. Thank you Rod. I’m am really happy about finding a community like this. The last 16 years have had it’s sunshine but they’ve been few and hard won. I’m just going through another difficult day in a long list of them. But, I’ll be okay. The funny thing is I don’t think I’m a strong person. I get told that but I just see it as what I have to do to get through. The only other choice is not an option. Get through it second by second, then by the minute, then by the hour, etc. It helps.
      And stalk away…this week I begin picking out poems to put in my very first collection for self-publishing. I have a tab at the top of the blog with work I did put up but took down to protect. So, if you want anything off that list, let me know. I saved the post I put it up with as well. And, I plan on stalking blogs as well. 😉

  3. I like the rhythm of this one. Very nice. Sorry to hear you’re in a funky place today. I was earlier this week. Big time, so I feel ya. Hope things are looking brighter and the sun came out for you 🙂

    Sorry I missed group AGAIN today. Things are just crazy crazy crazy lately. I can’t seem to keep up. Hugs

    1. No, the sun didn’t come out but that’s okay because the past two days were fairly awesome. It’s just that today I realized a certain path is going in a direction that I can’t keep from spinning out of control, and I’m being lied to about it. And if I had the means, I’d be able to do something.
      Today was the digital publishing workshop and I took some notes but there was a lot of information. We’ll get together soon and go over it. Plus, when most of the group gets to a certain point there’s a work day that will be planned so we can go over it step by step. But I miss you there. Come back soon! 🙂

      1. I’m sorry to hear it. I hope all gets better for you soon. I am sorry you have to go through it.

        Dang it!! I am really bummed I missed that. 🙁 But maybe I can make it to the follow up. I gotta have something ready to put out. I am editing the book and am changing a lot. Hopefully the next one won’t be as directionless 🙂

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