by Shruti   Apr 12, 2017

Friday night -
I traced my path down the grey street.
Flip flops, wet...
as I stepped on puddles,
my sight followed the skittering water drops...
and met the black sky.

I whispered.
"Rain on me...please."

I waited,
as the spring air blew past
with the softest touch.
Do you know?
...it carried your scent.
And as I breathed,
I lost myself.

The street lights hazed away...
the voices faded...
And thoughts came flooding
like tears.
They told tales of tomorrow...
while I waited...for the rain.

A wet drop fell on a puddle.
And I waited...

It was a Friday night.
And I lost myself
as I waited...

...and it never rained.


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  • 4 weeks ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    This is lovely!!! Grey streets, wet flip flops, black sky... Wonderful imagery! I can feel the sadness and disappoinment in this write, the sadness from rembering things about someone you hold dear and the disappoinment in waiting for the rain that didn't come. Am just not fond of "Rain over me... please." And the overuse of ellipsis, some worked, but I think the others can be much better without it. Nonetheless, this is an amazing write! Added to favorites and congratulations on the win!

    --- MKKK

  • 7 months ago

    by Purvi Gadia

    Oh how beautiful this is Shruti. I'm glad it won, this deserved it.

    • 5 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you. ^_^

  • 11 months ago

    by chandelier

    A beautiful write:)
    Congratulations on the win!

    • 9 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you very much. :)

  • 11 months ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging Comment:

    Such beautiful imagery in this piece allows for readers to take in so many ways. And the idea of rain has this symbolism that encourages people to read this piece time and time again for new meanings. The voice in this is gentle but also sorrowful, but elegantly done, not just over done the rain represents tears sort of pain and sadness. For a relatively simple piece, this is graceful and well penned.

  • 11 months ago

    by Sai

    What I got from this poem was this magnificent feeling of hope that trickled into disappointment. The transition is something that's not easily achieved but you did so here with the use of vivid details and a peek of the speaker's thoughts here and there.

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