“To write in the Northwest is to write about rain: to make a joke of it, to find something in it that will make you feel superior, to hide it in poetry, to assert plainly its positive effects” (Laurie Ricou).
Rain, rain, rain. It’s everywhere. Always talked about, always mentioned. A drained but still dripping cliché. I smell the rain and know that I am home. Transcendental and ordinary, it is a necessary condition of living on the West Coast, a reality better embraced than endured, “a presence rather than an event,” as Ricou goes on to say in The Arbutus/Madrone Files.
here is my rain file, my hiding it away in poetry:
Vancouver rain
is periods dropping from the sky,
falling onto pavement
with violent punctuation.
It is the periods of life spent
diving for cover,
dodging puddles,
damning the absent umbrella.
Weighted under and waiting out
The worst. Is not over.
More falling to come.
textingthecity 
Charlene,
Wonderful writing. I thoroughly enjoy what you’ve created here.
Karyn
Thanks Karyn – this is the first time I’ve posted my own poetry! I really love your writing on your own blog – so honest and evocative.
Charlene, you write beautifully! You’ve managed to capture the nostalgia of Vancouver rain perfectly for me, thank you 🙂
I’m your newest blog fan 😉
thanks Krystle, I’m glad you found me on here! After a week of straight rain here on the wet coast, I’ve come to realize that I think I appreciate it more when I’m away and can look at it with nostalgia too!
I wish it would rain punctuation more often – O’ the saturated sentence!