The World Beyond the Rain

As children we would trace our hand along cold windows...

As children we would trace our hands along the cold windows

Of the rain spotted cars we always stayed in

Thinking nothing of it but a game to keep a raindrop at the tips

Of our small, scarless fingers

Believing the closer we watched it the longer it would stay

Being disappointed when the raindrop flies away

Never to be in the same spot again

It was something our mother would tell us to play

Distracting us from what we passed by through the window

The world beyond the rain

As she continued to shuffle through loose change

I never thought of it as a distraction from the pain

The distraction from the smell of marijuana mixed with rain

My vision never slipped from a raindrop I was holding

Because I had no reason but to play the game

One rainy day I caught you looking out past your window pane

Your eyes stopped sparkling as you finally found the truth

I searched your lonely pupils

And all I could see was so much pain

And then you started to rain

And I played the only game I’d been taught to play

I held the tear on your cheek, and you didn’t complain

We stood there awhile until your raindrop fell away

Then together we went back to watching the rain

Author's Note

Comments and reviews are greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[Darian B.]

This one hits so powerfully. The lead up to the impactful lines takes most of the poem but it fits so perfectly. The last two stanzas when you say what you are getting at are merely icing on the cake. There are messages to be found in every line in a way that is profound yet not overwhelming. This has to be one of my favorites from you

[Addict With a Pen]

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it

[Quinn W]

This is so beautiful!!! I love the story so much!!!!!!!!! One of my favorites!

[Addict With a Pen]

Thank you so much!