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Afternoon Rain
by Joe CramerDuring such an afternoon rain
My thoughts darken, and are not the same.
The leaden sky opens, then pours
Happy am I to be indoors.
My quiet life remains intent
Questioning all of the time spent
In just watching, and the waiting.
Afternoon rains are not relating
To my sodden and quieted soul.
Afternoon rains leave me weary, old. 08/16/2006 Posted on 09/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/22/06 at 04:50 PM This reminds me of wet weekends when I was a kid, longing to get out and play. Great work Joe. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 09/24/06 at 05:39 AM How we change though the years. I still love rain and long for it to pour down, so I can go outside without an umbrella - just a fancy of mine, for some reason. What I sense here is more resignation about the cycle of life than acceptance, where the absence of the sun bring out these darker thoughts. Still, I like this poem. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
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