The January RainA Poem by Dominik D. RitesI was in love with a girl my age when I was seven. She unfortunately passed away that year and I still think about her every day to this day because I feel that I still love her. This is my love.My bangs hang in my face, sticking to my skin in sweat and poking at my eyelids. There's a burning in my throat like when you swallow chlorine and accidentally breathe it in, but it's a dry feeling like when you're so scared that you forget to swallow. My eyes feel impossible to pry as though they've been masked, but I peek through my lashes to see the room around me. My tank light is on and my closet door is open. There's someone standing there. They know I'm awake. They can feel my fear. It's everywhere and they can feel it. It’s a cold January night and it’s storming outside. I can’t remember the last time it rained in January. I pull my covers closer, feel my toes poke out from the blankets and recoil them back to safety. The rain pounds harder. It sounds like rocks against my roof. And then I look out the window and see the blackness outside and there’s the feeling of standing in the rain and letting it soak through you, wet clothes clinging to your sides, hair against your ears and forehead, much like how mine is now. I hear the choir of pitter-pat, pitter-pat-pat. My dreary eyes close and I feel your hand slip through my fingers. Your soft skin is gentle and warm and I turn to look at you. Opening my eyes, there you are behind my lashes, your brown hair around your brow, hair too short to reach your shoulders. Your brown eyes are like marbles above your full cheeks. I can see the pink in your lips and the dark lashes on your eyelids, the way they flutter when you’re nervous. I squeeze my eyes shut to ward off sleep and open them again to see that you’re no longer there, but your skin is between my fingers, your hair is on my brow, your marble eyes are in my head, your full cheeks are against mine, your pink lips are whispering words, sweet and merry on my tongue, and your lashes flutter in my heart, butterflies on big sunflowers, dripping in the January rain. © 2019 Dominik D. RitesAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 12, 2019 Last Updated on April 12, 2019 Tags: love, caring, friendship, gay, LGBTQ, sad, beautiful, poem, poetry, memories, dark, dark nights, rain, pluviophile, January, winter rain AuthorDominik D. RitesMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAboutI'm an English Literature major looking to share some of my work with the world and gain a bit of experience. I enjoy poetry, fiction, horror, drama, tragedy, essays, and many other genres. I'm hoping.. more..Writing
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