Tag: The world

I now have a podcast.

The very first episode of it is on Spotify now!

In the first episode, I go over my very first poem on this site, a poem called “Rain.”

You can read the poem and listen to the podcast episode down below where I delve into my thought process behind the poem and analyze it.

https://jaimedavid.blog/2019/10/27/rain

For the transcript of the episode, you can see it down below:

🎙️ The Jaime David Podcast — Ep. 1: “Rain”
Transcript

JAIME DAVID (calm, thoughtful tone):

Hey everyone—and welcome to the very first episode of The Jaime David Podcast.

I’m your host, Jaime David, and this podcast is a space where I reflect on my writing, share poetry, and dive deep into the thoughts and experiences behind each piece. Think of it as a behind-the-scenes, spoken-word journal—part performance, part analysis, all heart.

Most of the poems and posts I’ll be discussing come from my blog, The Musings of Jaime David—and you can find all of them over at jaimedavid.blog.

And today, we’re starting with the very first poem I ever posted there. It’s called “Rain”—and it went live on October 27, 2019. That was almost six years ago.

Let’s jump in.

JAIME DAVID (reading “Rain”):

It’s raining today.
It’s a cold, dark, damp, miserable day out.
It seems that it rains almost every day in New York.

Now, I get that rain is important.
I get that it waters the grass, the plants, the trees,
and replenishes the oceans, lakes, and rivers, but still;
it sucks when it rains almost constantly.

Constant showers, constant downpours,
constant gusts of wind and rain;
it gets on your nerves after a while.

Not only that,
but it’s really unusual to see occur in New York so often.

From what I remember when I was younger,
it never rained so often.
There would be the occasional shower here and there,
but it wasn’t an almost daily or weekly occurrence.

And why would it?
This isn’t the South or the Midwest where it’s humid a lot of the time
or where the weather is dynamic a lot of the time.

No! This is New York. This is the East Coast.
The weather is supposed to be stable. It’s supposed to be temperate.

To see rain almost every single day or week
makes me think that I stepped into the Twilight Zone
to a universe where New York has the weather of Seattle.

I don’t know why the weather is like this for sure,
but I hypothesize it has something to do with climate change.
I believe that the exuberant emission of greenhouse gases
is dynamically changing the weather patterns in New York
to the point where it’s similar to Washington State or Florida weather
where it rains almost constantly.

JAIME DAVID (reflection/analysis):

Looking back on this poem… I feel like this was me just venting in a poetic way—but also trying to make sense of something bigger. The weather had changed, and it was frustrating, but also kind of eerie.

It’s written in prose, but it has rhythm. There’s repetition—“constant showers, constant downpours”—and you can hear the tension building in the way I stack those lines. I didn’t fully realize it at the time, but that build-up mirrors the emotional fatigue of seeing gray skies every day.

There’s a lot of contrast too: memory vs. present, stability vs. chaos, what New York used to be vs. what it was becoming. And that’s not just about weather—it’s about identity. Like the city I thought I knew was shifting under my feet.

JAIME DAVID (societal connection):

Now, the part that stands out most to me now is the mention of climate change.

This was 2019, but even back then, I had this gut feeling that things weren’t normal anymore. That line—

“I hypothesize it has something to do with climate change…”

—feels almost like a quiet alarm bell. A small voice trying to name something huge.

And six years later, we know even more. We’ve had floods, heat waves, smoke-filled skies from wildfires. Rain in NYC doesn’t feel strange anymore—it feels like a symptom. And in that way, this poem is accidentally prophetic.

JAIME DAVID (personal reflection):

Revisiting this now, I realize how much I was trying to process through writing—confusion, dissonance, and even grief for a version of home that felt like it was disappearing.

And maybe that’s the real power of poetry—it captures the moment, but it also becomes a mirror years later. A mirror that shows us what we were feeling even when we didn’t have all the words for it yet.

JAIME DAVID (closing):

Thanks for listening to this first episode of The Jaime David Podcast. I hope this look back gave you something to think about—whether it’s how weather affects your mood, or how writing can become a way to track your understanding of the world.

If you enjoyed it, follow the podcast, check out the original post on my blog at jaimedavid.blog, and share it with someone who maybe needs a little poetic reflection in their day.

Next time, I’ll be revisiting another early piece—maybe something more emotional, more lyrical. We’ll see. I’ve got a lot to unpack.

Until then—keep musing.

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