To Be Loved by Rainy Day

Weather sickness

For a moment I stood on the road
With no one but an umbrella with me
And I indulged  in my melancholy--
My perpetual territory

To see the grey in every direction
To feel the cold in every motion
My sadness kissed my silence-
An awakening of emptiness
A keepsake of longing
For the soul's craved healing

To love the rainy day
Is the pleasure of bathing in pain
To feel home and belonging
In thoughts and in memories
What has to be missed
Or what has to be wished

To be loved by rainy day
A prison where you stay
Watching ghosts in the absence
Find doors in the distance

To be loved by rainy day
Dying alone in separation

To be loved by rainy day
Is to  love who can't always stay
And to endlessly dream what's far away

Reviews

[Confuser]

I love the rainy days and your writing if lovely. I would have to copy the whole poem; i cannot pick out a favorite section. It is all so beautiful. Dale

[Awakened Rose]

"To love the rainy day is the pleasure of bathing in pain" I love how your words flow so eloquently. There's sadness but you lace hope between your words as well. Love it thank you!