This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Johanna Caton.
I Thought It Was the Rain
I thought it was the rain at first – a distant click and sizzle sound,
the twitch of leaves, the shifting tap of reeds – the smell of it on air.
I thought I heard the wind. I felt the wind and heard a noise
like many winds low-moaning. I listened without breathing.
I thought I smelled the sea and tasted salty spray as waves
swift-chased each other – sliding out and rising up, and up.