See I guess I read this because it rained here today.. but I enjoyed your poem alot more than the rain. It made me want the sunshine. "hushed whispers" I loved that line most of all...
"The rain falls in
hushed whispers
telling stories of where
it's been."
F---ing brilliant
"It says
'how can you feel
so lonely when
these tears, this
water
hitting your skin has touched
so
many
others
just like you?' "
The indifference of nature is its greatest reality. Rain falls on us all. I love how you combine that with the selfishness of our natures, how on an individual level one inevitabely wishes the rain wouldn't fall on him or her. And of course it's all a metaphor, for how we feel when we are alone, soaked with the cold rain:
"I am as cold as
the water and with
each
falling
drop"
Love the line breaks, too, how it looks like water dripping from a ceiling.
it sounds like it has been raining for days, and this deeply affects your writing....i am sure many writers feel that pangs that sometimes accompany very dreary weather, and it certainly invites the writer to get their creative juices flowing.....this is a very good write, and flows very nicely....
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