Rainy Day Mémoire

My very first poem.

It patters on my window
As I stop and reminisce
The day I'll always miss
The day I didn't kiss
The rain
As it fell on my back
And dripped like sweat
From the heat
In the cold
The words
That touched me
You wouldn't
For you only saw rain
Not sweat
Not tears
Not strain
Only rain.

Author's Note

This is actually a clear memory I have from a day I spent with someone very close to me.

Reviews

[Jack Isaac]

Being a man and all that, I never cry, so instead when I miss her the skies open up and pour down rain. Of course I'm "all that" only in my head, so I cherish the metaphor of tears in rain. And, also as being the man I am, I totally forgot about the sweat metaphor... it takes little notes like this poem to remind me, and then in being so humbled, all I can say is, How did you know so much about me? :) thanks for this wisdom. Nice poem.

[RG]

I like the way u xpressed the end
"For you only saw rain
Not sweat
Not tears
Not strain
Only rain."

lovely!