Like rain it sounded till it curved

Emily dickinson ...her verses are unusual, they carry the wind of immortality, death and a strange  mystery surrounding those. Yet, of the rainy wind when she described, it carried the mind to a plane even beyond...

The imagery is filling, the lines sketching deep and different levels of meaning, spiritual, inspirational even. Each time I read- I like to read it aloud- I can hear the wind curve, the rain and the wind filling the wells with a warbling note...a poem is not just its creators world, it  pulls out the readers world too, different ones...

Reading loud the lines, just for the superficial bliss of a rain and wind!

Like rain it sounded till it curved 

and then I knew 'twas the wind

It walked as wet as any wave

but swept as dry as sand..

when it had pushed itself away

To some remotest plain

A coming as of hosts was heard

It filled the wells, it pleased the pools

it warbled in the road 

it pulled the spigot from the hills

and let the floods abroad

it loosened acres lifted seas

the sites of centres stirred

then like Elijah rode away

Upon a wheel of cloud.