You’re my roof against the rain,
where I’m safe from thunder-grumbles
echoing across the sky and sharp
lightning forks stabbing the earth.
Life’s not always a stormy downpour,
it can be a refreshing shower.
I’m glad that you are
my roof against the rain.
Kim M. Russell, 21st November 2025
Today Sanaa is delighted to host Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub, and the Live edition on Saturday, when we can link up one poem of our choice or write to the optional mini prompt, for which we should consider the opening line from Edna St Vincent Millay’s poem ‘Love is not all’: “Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink nor slumber nor a roof against the rain.”
writing in north norfolk 
How wonderful to be named a roof against the rain… and I love the thought of that gentler rain you may have.
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Thank you, Björn!
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This is gorgeously rendered, Kim! I especially admire; “Life’s not always a stormy downpour, it can be a refreshing shower.” ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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so cosy is this closeness
” safe from thunder-grumbles”
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Thank you, Laura.
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Thunder-grumbles! I love that! (Will probably steal it.)
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Thank you – and you’re welcome to steal it!
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I love this line: “You’re my roof against the rain,”.
True. And speaking of rain…It’s going to rain here pretty soon for the next two days. L.A.
Having said that, this poem feels like protection against all odds.
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Thanks Charlie.
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You welcome my friend.
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This a beautiful love poem, Kim!
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Thank you, Nolcha!
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Awww….
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😊
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Beautiful, Kim…
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Thank you, Andrew.
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So comforting. Love the line ‘roof against the rain’ whether storm or sweet shower.
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Thank you, Colleen.
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“safe from thunder-grumbles”
OMG, i sooo luv that phrase, i wish i had written that
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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Your quadrille is SOOOO sweet, each of us needs ‘that roof’ as shelter, to keep us safe, to love and respect us …. be there.
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Thank you, Helen.
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Sending these lines back to you in appreciation,
“You’re my roof against the rain,
where I’m safe from thunder-grumbles”
I wish every person could have someone in their life like this.
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Thank you, Ali.
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A beautiful metaphor, Kim!
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Thanks Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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“thunder-grumbles” and “lightning forks” – love these evocative phrases!
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Thank you, Kim!
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A beautiful love poem, Kim. Such a wonderful comparison, and I love “thunder-grumbles.”
“You’re my roof against the rain,
where I’m safe from thunder-grumbles”
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Thanks Merril!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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I like those “thunder-grumbles” !
JIM
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Thanks Jim!
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