Memories Of The Rain.

Today it rained, 
and every droplet 
carried a memory. 

I tapped the window glass 
I touched the droplet 
Hoping for closure 

I remembered the life 
Of the child I knew
And the man who became king 

I touched another 
And I saw the run 
Between the tiger 
And the goat 

When I kissed another 
I saw the feels 
The raw emotion I carried 
But I saw you
And only you 

You were this soft fragile thing 
I was too scared to touch.

But when we mixed our desires
I felt weak and vulnerable 
You made me realise 
The difference between a rose and a weed 

Every line I ran my finger through 
Whispered your name to me. 

Reviews

[Rick r]

This is such an emotive, descriptive piece. Rain factors into so many poet's works, and with this one, you have captured us well. Thank you.

[La Luna]

Thank you. Rick, you have a great talent for focusing on every detail :)

[Goat]

As always, amazing job Luna. This poem has so much amazing feeling, it's great for a poet to be able to put their strongest emotions into their poetry. Nice job!

[La Luna]

Thank you Goat. Your review always brings a smile to my face, i'm glad you appreciate my poems.
read moreThank you Goat. Your review always brings a smile to my face, i'm glad you appreciate my poems.
Luna!

[Aethereal]

I like how you contrasted a rose with a wild weed.

[La Luna]

Thank you. I figured it would stand out, thank you for stopping by :)