the other side of a raindrop

the other side of a raindrop

 

 

 

no letting up

 

 

steady rain,

             like dreary heartbeats

 

       finds its way to welcoming grass

unaccustomed to a show of tears

 

an embracing strike of lightning

       finds its way to a welcoming tree

 

wanting to die

it gladly splits in two

thankful for baring of soul

 

 

insides opened up to night's confession

 

steady rain,

              the heartbeats race in clouded step

 

it's almost time for the storm to subside

 

i wish i could.

 

 

10/22/17

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Sweet, plaintive, contemplative, sad....beautiful title, language, form, flow, simile, metaphor. Imagery so superbly evocative, as nature feels human and human feels nature. “For everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season” Masterpiece. Saving to re-read. Thank you for sharing your brilliance j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Annette...
j.

[marilyn 1225]

again, this is moving and oh so beautifully written with passion the ending is sad and hits the reader hard
another fabulous contribution!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, marilyn
j.

[marilyn 1225]

You deserve them,

[BBP]

Like this, it's like nature mirroring the sad soul of the writer. The name reeled me in and the words got me reading! Nice job J

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, BBP...
j.

[KCthelastboyscout]

I love stories about the rain.a somber story described wonderfully with every word.well done

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, KC.
j.

[AYVID N]

The tears took long to come but when they did, the storm took its own course. Such is the sorrow, locked up in our hearts. So moving a read...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, DIVYA.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An emotionally charged weather report jacob. Wonderful metaphors as the protagonist tears himself apart with misery and pain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, John...
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Stunningly lovely metaphors cause me to wonder what, exactly, you are wishing for--the cessation of your inner storm or the baring of your soul.
Whatever the case, Jacob, primo stuff!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy...

j.