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Rain
by Joan SerratelliIt's raining
I can hear
the thunder
It's unnerving
I'm not scared
but at the same time
I'm feel
like my body
is like the weather;
stormy I don't like
I suddenly
have the feeling
that something is admiss
My mood, like the storm
will pass
Will things every be
nornal again
Is the storn
some kind of omen?
I don't know
It's hard
I don't like
rain
I want to scream
I cannot
It's hard to be
alone
08/19/2011
Posted on 08/19/2011
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/20/11 at 08:08 PM ...eerie, but sorta delightful eerie, rain has a calming effect on me, i get winsome...nearly lonely...great touching write, joan. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/20/11 at 09:40 PM The voice in this seems to get more and more quiet as it goes on. That's a disconcerting, but fantastic affect to leave within this. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/21/11 at 02:31 AM I've noticed it's impossible to ignore the rain and I agree it really makes for some fine introspection. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/23/11 at 12:37 PM I agree with Gabe. The voice in this poem seems to lessen as the rain increases. And knowing what side of the country you live in, Joan, and being prey to the same short savage storms, I say I know how you feel. Well-rendered here! |
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