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Poetry

Books are my other life’s passion, and perfect “rain activity”, especially poetry.  It does not have 500 pages of elaborate plot with range of characters and unexpected ending.  It is short, in the moment, brutally honest, filled with raw emotions.  Enjoy the few of my favorites.

Rain

Author: James Rowe

Rain fell last night…quiet, gentle rain,

that tapped against my window pane,

and called me back from troubled sleep,

to soothe a heart too numb to weep.

 

My loneliness was too deep and real,

and like a wound that would not heal,

it throbbed within me, and I knew

my arms were empty without you.

 

But as I listened to the sound

of soft rain falling on the ground,

I heard your voice, tender and clear,

Call my name, and oh my dear,

 

I threw my window open wide,

to let the sweet rain rush inside.

It kissed my lips, my eyes, my hair,

and love, I knew that you were there.

 

Tears that my heart could not release

Fell down from Heaven, bringing peace.

Last night while gray clouds softly wept,

I held you in my arms and slept.

Walk in the Rain

By kimberdawn, Whitemann AFB, MO

I’ve always wanted
to walk in the rain
To feel each drop
wash away my pain
To let the beauty
soak into my skin
To let out what is
trapped within
I’ve always wanted
to dance in a storm
To feel the freedom
without any form
To hear the thunder
pound out a beat
To move my body
and feel the heat
I’ve always wanted
to cry in the rain
Just so that no one
could see my pain
To have my tears
mix with every drop
To cry and cry
and never have to stop