WATCHING

May 8, 2008
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WATCHING


The sun slowly slips
beneath the clouds
and shadows fall across my face,
obscuring the tears that
stream down my cheeks.

The first raindrop taps my nose lightly.
The next few catch on my eyelashes.
My arms are outstretched to the sky,
my palms raised to the heavens.
And I can not help but wonder if
You are up there watching me.

As I turn slow circles,
my face upturned
To the cooling rain.
The clouds overhead break loose
and let their healing waters
Pour from the thick billows.

My slow circles turn faster as the
rain beats my face harder.
The tears that fall from my eyes
can not be told apart from the
rivulets of raindrops
that cascade from my face.
And I can not help but wonder if
You are up there watching me.

I twirl so quickly that I lose my balance
and fall to the ground;
fresh grass clippings cling to my body.
The minutes tick by
while the rain patters lightly on my face.

Sunlight breaks slowly through
the thick thunderheads above,
A bow of flashing light
suddenly crosses the sky.
The tears fade away as
the cleansing waters pour from above.
The rainbows colors remind me of the promise
You have made to all of us.
And now I know that You
are up there watching me.


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Balloo This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2013 at 5:24 am
I really like this. When you said 'fresh grass clippings cling to my body' it was almost as though I could feel them on my own skin and smell the rain soaked grass
 
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