Virga

Virga was written in November of 2021 for this project.

This poem is much more vague than my other works, and is more about establishing a mood. There's a building sense of foreboding to a conclusion, though one we don't fully understand and which is up to your interpretation.

Themes:
  • Rain/Weather
  • Dread
In the air,
lies a tension
opaque
and heavy.
Dark clouds streak
like broad strokes of
paint across the grey sky.
There’s a vivid light
that blankets
the canvas behind
like a spotlight
casting stark shadows.
It is stunning.
And frightening.
It’s raining, but
no spatter touches
the ground.
A bitter breeze
cuts through me
as I remain dry
beneath the
thunder and gale.
The wind builds.
Howling like a wolf
to it’s pack — and
I’m prey.
The chill turns so
frigid that my breath
puffs with every
pant as I shudder
with the sense that
the swirling flurry
about me grows in
its hunger and rage.
Then it grows
quiet.
I feel a single
rain drop
fall upon
my head.
The narrator feels a tension in the air — left purposefully ambiguous, this could symbolize any general worry or sense of anxiety.
This imagery is meant to further create that tense atmosphere, but it's also referencing a real weather phenomenon, on which the poem title Virga is based.
Once more, the narrator is off-put by the peculiar and ominous mood.
That building tension is growing and growing, the weather begins to almost seem alive and hostile.
It all comes to a head, and what our narrator feared has come happened.
Distant rumble of thunder with light rain and wind 1 from ZapSplat