Louisiana Rain: A Summer Poem

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Louisiana is the wettest place that I have ever lived. The sky opens up and pours rain for days at a time. It’s also the hottest place I’ve ever lived, where 100 degree sun beats down upon you from June through September, baking every flowering plant that tries to grow into oblivion. The things and people that live here understand that they need to be resilient, to find a way to cope with extremes.

Louisianans go out in the rain, barefoot – they help dig ditches, put on a pot of beans to simmer and proudly wave purple and gold flags outside their doors. The rain doesn’t stop the parades or the random street bands – doesn’t stop them putting on their boots and boiling up some crawfish. The heat doesn’t stop them from spending the summer in the sun, fishing and swimming in the muddy lake water that feels like a warm bath.


The longer I stay in Louisiana, the more I begin to feel it creeping into my bones, settling there like an old friend or a memory. I always loved the rain, but this rain is different from the cold Midwestern rains that came and went fast, leaving a chill behind. Southern rain is slower, warmer, longer – and lingers afterward. Southern heat is also slower, longer – lingering for many months, hanging in the air as if to say “I belong here.”

I’m not sure yet if I belong here, in the rain and the heat which is so much a part of the fabric of Louisiana. Each year I feel a bit more a part of it, but not completely of it. Perhaps this will always be true, no matter how long I live here or where I move after.

This morning, like many mornings here, I woke to rain. And I wrote.

Louisiana Rain 

House quiet, asleep, early morning rain

tip-tapping at my window

soft piano music tinkling

grey light falls through the slats.


I sit, watching the rain

its constant fall from the roof

dripping in a steady stream

soaking soft ground below.


This grey day hangs in a mist around me

enfolding me in a drowsy, still-sleepy state

a stillness, as the raindrops

move around me, dancing lightly.


They tempt me to come outside

my bare feet sinking into wet grass

face upturned to the open sky

tasting warm drops on my tongue.

Copyright August 18, 2017 Stacie Eirich

Originally posted May 17 2016

Louisiana Lakefront: Breathing in Blue

Louisiana Lakefront: Breathing in Blue
Lake Pontchartrain

Writing Space: Lousiana Lakefront
One of my favorite writing spaces

Sitting on a wooden bench in the mid-afternoon stillness, I pull out my journal and pen to write of the brilliant blue around me, the space I’m in.

Dancing on a Bayou Breeze

Blue waters rippling off the lake

clouds hang low, stitched across the azure sky

the bridge stretching across her gentle waves.

In the distance, a steady stream of cars crossing her depths

to the city of lights, colour, jazz

dragonflies flit by, swarming in figure eight patterns, quick-winged

leaves rustle in the wind, willows sway in hot August air.

Indigo summer dancing on a bayou breeze

tiny droplets of cool rain tickling my eyelids

inhaling the smell of freshly mown grass

listening to tiny chirps of birdsong in the trees

the creaking of a swing behind me

voices and laughter, sprinkled on air

dappled like the sunlight

on my skin.

Copyright 8/7/17 Stacie Eirich 

Originally posted 8/10/16 

Poetry on the Lakefront
Stopping to read a bit of poetry on the lakefront path, this one is a fairy tale poem, titled: Pickled Think, by Russell MacClaren

Louisiana Lakefront: Breathing in Blue
My favorite walking path, beside the water
Written in response to poetry prompt @Dverse Poets Pub: Poetics, Breathing in Blue.  For this week’s Poetics, I want you to do just that: look up, breathe in some blue, and breathe out a poem. Ponder the hue itself (indigo, turquoise, cerulean, cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, azure, slate) for a bit, then write.

I loved the given phrase “Indigo summer on a bayou breeze'” — and so, it found its way into my Louisiana Lakefront poem — with a little dance added in. Thanks for reading my breath of blue, my dance on the bayou breeze. Here’s a short video of this beautiful space that I took after I wrote today. Thanks for visiting, reading and watching.