Poetry

Rain on Cabrillo by Mark Tulin

I pull over on Cabrillo
to watch the rain
through my car window,

a blur of swaying palm trees
and cloud-burst windy skies,
an impression by chance,
an engraving on a wet afternoon
into a waterfall of glory.

Pouring rain is a haze of simplicity,
subdued and opulent,
channeling liquid energy
into one narrow moment
of youth and purity.

Previously published at The Local Train Magazine.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

9 comments on “Rain on Cabrillo by Mark Tulin

  1. Beautiful imagery; stunning.

  2. I love this poem Mark, there is something about the rain that I find so enjoyable……….the sound, the display of movement and I never thought about it until I read your poem, but I also tend to use this time to reflect.

  3. Simply beautiful and peaceful!

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