Soft gray clouds,
overcast skies,
make the journey cooler,
the burden lighter
without the heat of sun
to pull me down,
soft rain falling refreshes,
soothes my fevered brow.
But what is this
the clouds are black, angry
full of heavy rain
that beats me down;
deep grooves in the road, mud,
I have to stop, seek shelter.
Amongst the trees in a quiet spot
I rest, regain my strength,
meet another traveler.
"Here," he says,
“lets combine our burdens,
then half them
it will make a lighter load.”
Together we move on
past the storm,
in and out of the rain.
Together,
it is the same journey,
but the road is not as long.
Author notes
Promt #6 Walking in the Rain
A contest entry
- A Contest by luna-midnight.
700 points, ended October 19, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very nice
Just wondering who's burden was greater at first? This was very nice and the reader could picture themselves right there with you! I think I felt the drops! the Shaker (Oh, the roof's leaking)
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The journey always seems shorter and less arduous when there is someone to share it with.
The burdon, sometimes, is the loneliness. That can be he heaveiest thing of all.
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aww, what a wonderful tale
thanks for entering and good luck. take care
Stephanie ♥
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