When it rains I think of you
of all the walks under the water
we never got to share.
I think of that stormy afternoon
when the sky was a perfect gray
and I was sitting barefoot and topless on my balcony
letting the rain
water my soul land wash my bones,
counting the mississippis between each lightning and thunder.
You showed up at my house,
remember?
With a heart as heavy as the cloud above us.
We sat and talked.
It's funny how we almost never remember the words,
just the feelings.
I remember how gray my heart felt afterward.
Maybe we should have sat in silence,
let the raindrops blur the ink
of that messed up story.
Then maybe you would feel new,
and clean, and whole.
Two years have passed,
yet when it rains
I think of you.
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The reminders of a relationship of a past come through so vividly in this read. So beautifully written
Thank you so much for your comment! I'm over the moon that my words had such a beautiful impact
A fine write Joy.
And now my poem of the same title, starting: When it rains - Why is it always somewhat wet? Why is rain never dry?! 😁😁
What is rain but the moisture of yesteryears? Perhaps that why, one recalls love from the past. Your poem is wonderful, especially the images you created of the past and your reflection on why its constantly recalled when it rains. A beautiful poem. - Phil A.
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