Every time, I hear the pitter patter of raindrops,
my heart pangs with longing of you.
I stare out my window with a sigh
As the raindrops washes the glass like my silent tears.
I long for fairytale meetings in the rain,
Where you will shelter a stranger like me with your umbrella.
The warm yellow heat of the burning fire place as bodies grace for warmth.
Others may cringe from the cold touch, but I welcome the rain.
Rain, it blurs my vision, washes my soul.
It hides me inside its moist enclosure;
It hides me, as I dream of you
current activity: staring out the window at the blur if rain
1 comment:
Beautifully written. Your verse is breath-taking.
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