Lorna

The Rain Wants Me

The rain wants me

He is throwing what sound like pebbles at my window

He is strumming his fingers loudly on the roof

And whistles softly for me down the chimney

He is very much alone

And wants my company

And I am responding with a longing

That has no name 

Comments3

  • orchidee

    Good write Lorna. You got a brolly there?! The hail wanted me the other day here, and got me! Ouch! Like little stones it is.

    • Lorna

      And cold!!! Lucky so far........ no hail!

    • Lorna

      Thunder!!! Even better than rain............ and isn't it great that we share nature no matter where we are!

    • dusk arising

      The sky is crying, the streets full of tears.
      Seems a voice whispers, solely for my ears.

      just an inspired thought from reading your piece thank you.

      • Lorna

        Thank you Dusk! I like!~



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