Rainy

M.E.M.

Awning drips rain

that has not yet greeted the ground.

 

Water slithers toward drains.

It’s voice echoes,

an alleyway appears.

 

Rain comes like horse hooves clomping.

Small slivers of the ground 

not yet wet.

 

Helpless little leaves,

ripped away from their branches.

And fall into puddles to drown.

 

The world is blurred by rain.

Dark and cold

but I’m filled with light.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2017 22:25
  • Category: Nature
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Comments3

  • Michael Edwards

    Refreshing was the word that came to mind - enjoyed this write M E M

  • FredPeyer

    A great last line that made me see the whole poem in a different way, more positive!
    Great writing, M.E.M.!

  • Adadsy

    I like the rain,
    I like this poem
    Well done.



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