Well, here we are again,
you and me, and the falling rain.
Every drop when it hits the ground
makes its own kind of sound;
Like a ticking clock
ticks the time away,
the falling rain
makes night of day.
We can hide the tears
and deny the pain,
but we can't escape
the falling rain.
We can hope for a cleansing
drop or two,
and pray that we
can start anew,
like the flowers bloom
in the early spring,
and the rain breathes life
into everything.
But we just might see
a whole deluge,
for a pounding, drowning
day or two.
And we never know
if we'll love again.
You and I,
in the falling rain.
Author notes
Prompt: here comes the rain again
A contest entry
- here comes the rain again by Dienush.
500 points, ended October 23, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Clapping! Beautifully written. Very touching and stunning piece.
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Thank you so much for your kind remarks.
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