Hello,
Rain.
Sad sound of the drizzle
drains into the gutter of memories, only to
resurface when a flood
finds its way west toward the towering
sun.
Swollen eyes dried, but simmering with
the sweltering anger of
past pains and forgotten failures
shut to hide their hate.
Rhythms of the tears and raindrops
synchronize as the morning mourning
fades, and the light of the haze
halts the moon's sorrows,
only to begin again when the sun shuts
her eyes in horror from the reality of her
world below.
EntertainmentNov 22, 2016
Hello, Rain: A Poem
A reflection of tears -- a poem that everyone can relate to.
137