Forlornly

On a day like this
I grow weary of the rain.
The tap, tap, tap
Against the tear-stained panes.
Marching rhythms through my brain.
Insistent demanding beat
Against my fluttering ear drums.
Continuously bringing back memories
of that day best forgotten.
That heavy-hearted aching day
That lives like a skeletal shadow
in the recesses of my heart and soul...
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Reviews

[Elephants & Coyotes]

Sucks that rainy days tend to make us recall times of old.
I would typically rather curl up somewhere writing/reading, without the unnecessary agitation of being reminded of mistakes I've made or people who've hurt me.

Rain is lovely, though.

Another great piece - love the word choices here and the mood work you've done.

[Ben Taylor]

Did you ever read my story A Downpour Of Useless Words? This bears rather significant similarity to it, in my opinion (this was written first--I feel like I sound accusatory lol, I'm not!).
When feeling bleak, even the most common of things (rain), especially those completely outside of our control, can become immensely bothersome and aggravating. In this case, however, the rain is less irritating than nostalgia-forcing.
The ambiguity of the poem is one of it's qualities that I most enjoyed. I do not know the situation, or even any details hinting at the situation, which leaves so much up to the imagination :)
The ending
"...
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further accentuates this, leaving it open ended.
Well written! This is masterfully done :D

[Tommy]

I usually love to sleep on thunderous days, but these storms have been anything but calming…Great flow, I could hear the pitter patter rhyming through my head as I read this piece…So fitting for the mood of the season…

Great Write Judy!
RLG,
Tommy