its so awfully quiet, until it isn't anymore
little drops hit the roof, making music of their own
a solemn song they sing, as I gasp for breath on the floor
raw pain and anger I feel, a light flashes from outside
it seems like the agony I feel is reflected when booming thunder sounds
instead of my cries filling the silence there is pitter-pattering
pulling myself off the floor, I stumble toward the door
falling onto the wet concrete, my face no longer the only soaked part of me
at last I'm not alone, for the rain is with me
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Rain has always been comforting to me. In a way I think of it as God remembering me and telling me he will cry with me.
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Comments3
Christ in you, the hope of glory!
you conveyed your feelings perfectly !! great poem
thank you!
I can see the emotion and feeling put into this masterpiece, good write ninja.
thanks!!!
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