Unrequited Rain

It's not the rain
that makes my eyes wet.
It hasn't rained in forty days.
Nights are long and quiet.
The silence cuts to bone.

It wasn't rain that quenched the fire.
It hasn't rained in forty nights.
The well is dry... so am I.
Nights I sit in silence
while it rains.

r ~ 4/19/14

Reviews

[Aethereal]

I enjoyed how you connected rain with tears in this poem. Congratulations for you win. This poem inspired me to write this tiny gift mono-rhyme poem for you:


Rain & Tears

Though it hasn’t rained for years,
it’s not drought that brings me tears,
but this loneliness that leers
when the hour of gloaming nears.

[Rick r]

Thank you, Aethereal, and thanks for the gift, too.
rick

[Keith.]

great poetry Rick, my congrats for this piece of truly intelligent poetry...Keith.

[Rick r]

Thanks, Keith.

[mitchey]

Congrats! twas a great read

[mitchey]

Congrats! twas a great read

[Rick r]

Thank you.

[Matching Socks]

Beautiful Poem.
Congrats on the contest win. :)

[Rick r]

Thank you very much.
Rick

[La Luna]

Beautiful, writing about rain is so inspiring you just cant stop writing. Great read, thoroughly enjoyed it.
Luna x

[Rick r]

Thank you, Luna. I appreciate the read and am glad you enjoyed.
Rick

[La Luna]

My pleasure :)

Luna...

[Patricia]

I have written so many similar but yours is better!