Friday, July 10, 2015

Poem 5

Rain


Clouds billowing overhead
Shapes and forms so plentiful
Shifting, moving, crossing
Across the empty gray sky.

Drops of glistening rain
Newly formed, just born
Rushing, sprinting, shooting
Falling endlessly toward death.

The rain coursed through my body
Like blood
Chilling me with coldness
Dreary, empty, sad
Yet free
Free like the wind in summer
Hot, sweaty, humid
Yet sweet.

10/29/2003

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