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Until The Rain Returns
Dusk arrives, the leaves rustle as the latest raindrops introduce the onset of the evening storm
thunders crash, the wind blows the sash away, my window welcomes the rain,
my prison tolerant to the calm brought upon my lonely world once again
angels whisper, the air becomes cripser, my lips soften with the moisture
my thoughts now escape, for years now had forsaken me
no love lost, the greens welcome the cost
payemt made, seasons passing, happiness returned, now everlasting
a brighter future, wounds closed, softly sutured
pains exposed, no longer masked, lightning fills my room, makes full this flask
no longer overflowing, mental picture unlocked, somehow i'm knowing
claps of thunder, now become distant, arrival so sudden, leaves in an instant
awaiting departure, my skin opens up to swallow the last tears of the cloud as it crawls it way across the vast fields of grey
I see the trees swing to the melody as the storm makes its play
last moment, for reproach is no recover, the end of the rain, this reality, uncovered
I lay abandoned on the floor, here i shall remain, in sorrow, now and nevermore
inside the fire still burns, thirsts unqueched until the rain, my friend, returns
thunders crash, the wind blows the sash away, my window welcomes the rain,
my prison tolerant to the calm brought upon my lonely world once again
angels whisper, the air becomes cripser, my lips soften with the moisture
my thoughts now escape, for years now had forsaken me
no love lost, the greens welcome the cost
payemt made, seasons passing, happiness returned, now everlasting
a brighter future, wounds closed, softly sutured
pains exposed, no longer masked, lightning fills my room, makes full this flask
no longer overflowing, mental picture unlocked, somehow i'm knowing
claps of thunder, now become distant, arrival so sudden, leaves in an instant
awaiting departure, my skin opens up to swallow the last tears of the cloud as it crawls it way across the vast fields of grey
I see the trees swing to the melody as the storm makes its play
last moment, for reproach is no recover, the end of the rain, this reality, uncovered
I lay abandoned on the floor, here i shall remain, in sorrow, now and nevermore
inside the fire still burns, thirsts unqueched until the rain, my friend, returns
Published 7th Aug 2010
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7th Aug 2010 8:48am
Hello there,
I really enjoyed reading this poem - your line structure and rythm makes the poem fluid to read and almost sets the pace of the storm.
The in depth detail makes me feel I am there and can almost feel the rain.
I also like the fact of although the person is caught in this storm, their fire is still unquenched like nothing could touch it. Very well done!
I really enjoyed reading this poem - your line structure and rythm makes the poem fluid to read and almost sets the pace of the storm.
The in depth detail makes me feel I am there and can almost feel the rain.
I also like the fact of although the person is caught in this storm, their fire is still unquenched like nothing could touch it. Very well done!
7th Aug 2010 11:01pm
Thank You. I'm always glad to hear when people relate and can feel my poetry. Again thank you for the critique.
17th May 2012 9:17pm
You've done such a great job with this poem, like Ashley said, the structure makes it really great, complimenting the theme, of which you have taken to a different side to the normal conceptions of what a storm is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
