The Rain

Cold heavy Rain

The places have aged and the faces have become strange

I walked in the midst of birds and bee's,

while listening to songs that come from the trees

Reintroduced my footsteps in the spot of our reconciliation, 

felt the Rain again and the chill of stubborn determination

I was relieved to find your presence in the Rain

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[Untalented Creation]

Really nice. I reall admire the last two verses but I don't really get why there are bees when it's raining (?) I've never seen a bee when there is "cold heavy rain" ... But that's the only thing that confuses me a bit. It's such a good poem - Keep on writing! (:

[Kyle]

Thank you and good point...haha