Rain

olivergreenwood19

 I love the rain.

The way it dances on the water.

The smell after it's over. 

The feeling of the cold droplets streaming down your face. 

For children it's an adventure, 

For adults it's an inconvenience, 

But for me it's a release. 

I can shake of anxiety and say it's the cold.

I can let tears trail down my face and claim its the rain.

I can scream at the top of my lungs and have it be mistaken for thunder. 

I can bleed and have the droplets clean my wounds. 

Rain washes the sin and pain away. 

Rain rocks my lonely soul to sleep. 

Rain splatters my window and provides a new perspective. 

Rain dissolves the glue that holds me together, 

and shows me how broken I truly am.

  • Author: Oliver (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2017 00:35
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 18
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  • FredPeyer

    oliver, I really like your use of the rain metaphor to touch on all our emotions, our problems, and moods. Did not expect that last line, but understand it.
    Good poem, Kudos!

  • orchidee

    Good write Oliver. I better sing in the thunder then, so no-one will hear me. Can anyone bear to hear me?! lol.

  • Christina8

    Great poem, Oliver! Very heartfelt and well written. I find rain is comforting too. The last two lines revealed how you were truly feeling--I hope that changes soon. I hope you continue to write!



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