|
Bring Forth The Rain
by Jacki M ButlerAnd so it begins
Rain pounding my skull
Filling my hands with water
Filling my heart with emptiness
Streaming down my face
Rolling off my skin
Repeatedly piercing my skin
The coldness of the drops
Will I ever be
In a dry, warm, safe place again? 03/24/2002 Posted on 03/24/2002
Copyright © 2024 Jacki M Butler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/14/03 at 08:26 PM Rain can do that.....Charlie |
| Posted by Kimberly Bare on 06/20/05 at 03:51 AM yes...sometimes the raindrops make one feel as though they are drowning and oppresed...but sometimes they can refresh and wash the pain away with them, bringing rainbows... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 02/01/06 at 06:15 PM This is such a genuine portrayal of sadness...I can feel every drip of it as I read it again and then again. Well chosen POTD! —Jill |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/02/06 at 04:53 AM Congratulations for poem of the day Jacki. Rain is a pain over hill or over plain, unless you are
running out of water. ~(8^D)=(....Charlie |
|
