Rainstorm Part III

I would read the other two first, since this is part III.

 

Instead of the

World becoming

Black and dead,

Like she expected,

It lit up further:

Many dazzling,

Dancing lights

Welcoming her

Into their midst

Like a sparkling

Fire at a witches’

Midnight gathering.

The only element

That coerced her

Into remembering

The rainstorm

She had

Danced in

Delighted in

Dreamed in

Was the echo

Within her mind

That sounded

Like roaring

Thunder

            Enclosing her body

            Encompassing her thoughts

            Encasing her feelings

But she soon

Realized that

It could not be thunder,

For thunder could

Not last this long.

 

She shoved the

Banging, booming

Noise out of her mind

And focused upon

The physicality

Of the moment,

And felt the

Kind, familiar wetness

Of sweet, sky teardrops

Upon her face,

So fragile and delicate

From holding

The emotion back.

But in another

Instant, she felt

A hard, cold

Obscurity beneath her,

And realized the

Shock from the

Brilliant light

Must have caused

Her to hit

The unbreakable

Concrete street

Which he had

Never traversed,

Even for her love.

 

Above, the benevolent

Rain fell,

Still comforting

In its own way,

While below,

The world held her

Down, reminding her

That she must

Get up and

Return to the cruel world,

For she could no longer

Hide beneath droplets

And between clasps

Of thunderous lights.

 

Author's Note

Should I write another one or leave it at this?

Reviews

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

wow this is an amazing poem... it has a dark reality most people refuse to see and turn a blind eye to. it has the makings of a stroy form the heart not just a poem, i would if i were you look into starting a novel based upon these words. such raw emotions bring shivers to my spineand tears to my already heart broken soul. Beautiful!

[Andromeda]

love love love love LOVE this!