The Rains of Ole

The Rains of Ole

A Poem by Ralphy
"

Memories of the joy of walking in the rain

"
The Golden Gate Bridge refracted in rain drops...

Image via WikipediaReblog this post [with Zemanta]

The Rain of ole

 

It was the days of past, that I chose to walk

the lengthy trails

that were painted by droplets

caught in a rain soaked pale.

 

Each exploding expansion

of warm churned mist

re-energized the sense of being

as it washed away, sealed and kissed.

 

Always playing that silly game

“dodging rain drops” in the pouring rain,

hopes to avoid,  drenching one’s clothes,

what a game, quite insane.

 

Staring at the droplet

crashing down on one’s face,

with thoughts to hide the mystic tears

flowing pass,  in hopes to erase

 

Through all the water that is pouring down

Still Desperately wait for the clashing sound

Concealing a masculine whimper

in the quiet’s of the wind

oh so cleaver, oh how profound…

 

Walking in the rain with one of rare beauty

was always wonderful, stimulating, and wild

courting each other, down the street

the memories are always beguiled

 

Never afraid to touch,

kiss

or love

with the magic

that was generated by

the wonders of above…

 

the therapeutic rain,

as it pours until it steams

immeasurable

from endless means.,,

 

So let the rain

encompass our souls;

whether day or night,

no longer shall one grow old

 

never fear what one does not have,

…dare to reminisce

To floating along the river

for once, for eternity, with the absence of a kiss

 

Oh how I miss the rain of ole…

© 2009 Ralphy


Author's Note

Ralphy
it was a silly game to dodge rain drops but it was fun...I always lost

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

I like the part about the silly game of dodging the rain drops. That was def the best part. But the whole poem is wonderful. I like it a whole freakin bunch!!!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 17 Years Ago


"I hope to hide my mystic tears while I desperately wait for the thunder to crash to conceal my masculine whimpers of pain."

I love the "mystic tears"

This is a nice ode to one of the things most enjoyable in nature. A pleasure to read.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 17 Years Ago


hahah yes a silly game

"my masculine whimpers of pain." - and bit of a oxymoron you got going on here :P dork lol

i liked this though. the story of the rain, and the images you had here, were great.

definitely made me want to go for a long walk in the rain.



This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


2
next Next Page
last Last Page
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

332 Views
13 Reviews
Rating
Added on April 4, 2008
Last Updated on August 4, 2009
Previous Versions

Author

Ralphy
Ralphy

Belleville, MI



About
No matter how dark life is, or how clouded, there is always a lighter side to itone that fills you heart with love and your soul with joy Im a complex person of multiracial background, about 5.. more..

Writing
Colorful Goo Colorful Goo

A Poem by Ralphy


The Canvas The Canvas

A Poem by Ralphy



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..