Like rain,

It's a love poem. I'm not sure how to better describe it.

Like rain, she

patters and falls

upon my skin

and all around

me.

 

Like rain, she washes

the toil and sin

and guilt and shame

from me.

 

Like rain, she

whispers sweetly

and whisks me

into the night--

into forgetfulness

of dreams

where there is only

me

and the rain

in beautiful, sacred

harmony:

a forever that I

can always cherish--

a forever that she

can’t take back.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

And she pours like the rain, in season…. This is a beautiful image and the movement it paints is sublime. Thanks for sharing.

[Kelly Scheppers]

The implication of rain lends a strong contrast to the love you've portrayed. My first time reading you, so welcome to the Cafe!

[MCS]

Lovely read but laced with a touch of sadness. Thank you for sharing.

[Rye]

This is a very lovely write, I enjoyed your poem

[Seth Armstrong]

Thank you, Ryanna!

[Rye]

not a problem.