Auckland, New Zealand
fearing the loss of inspiration; I know it well. Although from your poem I don't think you are in immediate danger of that!
I loved the rainwater imagery; truly a ride of the senses. I think that aside from the pure kind of inspiration we all know and love, is the one that we can create by reading my favourite poet, taking a walk in a park, or doing a garbage-day cleanout of my cluttered head; what I do which is very helpful is to just write/type whatever comes to mind for several pages maybe until I find myself on a theme that runs independent of my outside sterility, something I become excited about. Sometimes the loveliest lines, the best phrasing, the ultimate question comes out of this 'taking out the trash' of the poetic head.