Water splashing against walls

And windows with each car

Passing by, colored umbrellas moving

Above unidentifiable human legs

Red light blinking towards the storm and

White noise, every cherry tree skeleton

Trying hard to find a shelter, a long-necked man

Hopping around with yesterday’s

Vancouver Sun on top off his bald head

An oversized truck full of

Thick cement pipes making a large turn

As a bus is waiting for strangers

To get off or on


Changming Yuan, an 8-time Pushcart nominee, grew up in a remote village, began to learn English at the age of 19, and published several monographs before leaving China. With a PhD in English, Yuan currently tutors and co-edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Since mid-2005, Yuan’s poetry has appeared in nearly 900 literary journals/anthologies across 29 countries, which include Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, and Threepenny Review. 


I am not sure what converted me into a rain lover when I was still a small boy, but I know it is my love of rain that has led me to start my journey from an impoverished village in central southern China and finally settle down in Vancouver, the world's capital of rain. While the rain drops beating against the roof can always give me a peculiar sense of peace and tranquillity,  I have thus far written and published more than a dozen rain-related poems. This piece is just another one I have composed and visualized on another rainy day. 



Copyright 2009