"Rain" by Peter Everwine

Toward evening, as the light failed
and the pear tree at my window darkened,
I put down my book and stood at the open door,


Peter Everwine's poem reminds me so much of Minnesota: the loon and the lake especially. The imagery that he creates with the first few lines is what caught me most and kept me reading. "The pear tree at my window darkened". That line made me keep reading. Something about it attracted me unlike the other two poems.
I read all three poems trying to figure out which one to choose and even though all three reminded me of something I knew, I was most intrigued by this one.
I felt that this piece was more like a prose poem and should have been written that way. As I was reading, I felt as if it was a story and I was waiting to read more about this character/narrator. (Once I read it again later it did feel like it had a rhythm to it as poems do.)
The imagery, not just in the first few lines, but throughout the piece is what, I believe, makes the piece; word choice, too. I sat down and read it a few times slowly to take in each word. I love the rain, how he describes it and his emotions he feels standing in the doorway. I could feel what the author was feeling as I read his words.