Walking in the Rain

October 21, 2010
My favorite type of weather,
Though its strange to say,
Is when it rains,


all



the










live long day,
Pitter patter pitter pat,
I listen to the sound, so calming,
Walking through the rain pouring down,
Through the sheets of tears,
I wonder why the sky wants to cry,
The rain keeps coming no signs of stopping,
I walk on my clothes feeling heavy,
My hair plastered to my neck,
The rain dripping down my face like tears,
Hearing thunder somewhere in the dark, I trudge on,
To the woods and across the field,
Trying to see through the glass sheets,
I see light in the dark of the night,
You come walking up to my sorrow figure,



Looking at you my heart fills up again,






Locking my in a tender embrace,
I feel your warmth,






You take me by the hand,
And
Lead me
Home.





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ashbash This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 27, 2010 at 12:26 pm
I agree, rain is beautiful, just like this poem! I love your imagery and the way it flows. I also love the smell after it rains, so fresh, so new. Keep writing!
 
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