The skies here in northern California are still a crazy shade of apricot, and sunlight has a reddish tinge, so I was moved to write a rain dance for California, a poem to the rains we desperately need. Once, in Hawaii, I learned an ancient hula dance said to bring rain. And the rains came, for three days! More than 20 fires are still burning, but rain is in the forecast for next week. More
RAIN! In honor of El Nino’s “moisture plume” that’s predicted to sweep into droughty California this weekend and next week, I’m posting a couple of rain dance poems. One was based on an authentic rain dance I was taught in Hawai’i. We hired this teacher and he came with his drum to work work the four of us who were sharing a house on Kaua’i. He played and we danced on the lanai, summoning the gods of rain, and then it rained for three days straight! On and off, though, so our vacation wasn’t spoiled. I have ever since been impressed by the idea of rain dancing. Thanks to the editors of Stirring magazine, where “Rain Hula” originally appeared:
swept-up hair bedecked with a hibiscus.
in an orange sarong, he kissed
us damply on both cheeks,
But the eyes mourned as he broke
This one is from my most recent book, Gods of Water and Air (available in ebook or print on Amazon):
and the sky, like us, refused to relent.
A rain dance poem from Gods of Water and Air.
of blings under wheels and rubber heels.
Sudden baptism from branches.
Drooled harmonies. On your neck, wet
strings slithering like kisses. Rings
around drops that plop into pools: ting,
ting, ting, ting. Scriabin zithering
loss up your edges, a musical soul-cling,