Rain

by Mr Rhee   Oct 31, 2009


Rain runs down the headstone.
Small rivulets trail down across
the chiseled lettering.
Down past your name,
and into the ground underneath.

My hood is pulled back,
and raindrops soak my hair.
Water runs down my cheeks,
and, kindly, gently, pull
the tears away from my eyes.

Thunder rolls in the distance,
but does not soothe, or bring peace.
Water splashes all around me,
cold, on the asphalt, and in the grass,
and on my bare hands.

I remember when we used to open the door,
and watch the rain wash the world clean.
It would make everything new again,
and the wind was wet against our faces,
and it was all...wonderful.

I could only enjoy the falling rain,
when I was just with you, in my arms.
Everything would be washed anew,
and the thunder would soothe me,
and bring me a new peace.

Now I'm here, kneeling on the wet grass,
and my clothing is soaked by the rain.
I don't feel the cold air on my face,
or hear the rain, falling, all around me,
or feel the wind on my back.

I look at the world beyond the stones,
and all is gray through the heavy, falling, water.
I inhale the moist air into my lungs,
and feel the cold ache deep down inside me,
pulling at me again, and again, and again.

I promise I'll come lay with you someday,
and we'll watch the rain wash the world clean.
It will make everything new again,
and the wind will be wet against our faces,
and it will all be so...wonderful.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Stephanie Naylor

    This just about reduced me to tears. It was very captivating. I kept wondering how exactly it would end. And it ended very amazingly. Though you used the word "peace" twice in like 2 or 3 stanzas and for some reason it sounded odd to me. I loved the idea of everything being washed anew. Very great. Once again a great peice of work. 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Sumit Ojha

    Little long but excellent poem. (5/5)

  • 14 years ago

    by Cindy

    What a emotion filled poem.

    Now I'm here, kneeling on the wet grass,
    and my clothing is soaked by the rain.
    I don't feel the cold air on my face,
    or hear the rain, falling, all around me,
    or feel the wind on my back.

    When we lose the one we love it is hard to feel again. Pain consumes your heart and soul. With only memories for company. Nice stanza.

    I promise I'll come lay with you someday,
    and we'll watch the rain wash the world clean.
    It will make everything new again,
    and the wind will be wet against our faces,
    and it will all be so...wonderful.

    The promise of spending eternity together keeps us going. The wait sometimes seems to long. Great ending.
    Excellent job!
    Take Care
    Cindy

  • 14 years ago

    by Fran

    Such a sad poem of loss and regret.

  • 14 years ago

    by kelleyana

    Nicely done. I enjoyed it very much, kel.