Day Of Dripping Rains Comments

The dripping rains and the drooping figure match each other first in sound and then in theme. What a wonderful evocation of the day you make in citing the blending of sky and sea in their darkness with the line of white waves cutting across this curtain. The heaviness of the scene is enhanced by the drooping figure who is not further identified. At first I expected someone malign, but at the end he/she seems to be just a person weighed down by the dismal atmosphere. I don't live anywhere near an ocean as you do, but Lake Superior in northern Minnesota, which is one of the largest fresh water lakes, appears sea-like when you stand by it, and the crashing waves further the illusion. But still the experience cannot create the awe which your poem does.