When It Rains...

Some days, the thought of you is all that carries me through.

The thunder claps, ringing in my ears;

A reminder.

The lightning strikes, flashing in my eyes;

A blow to the chest.

The clouds roll in,

The showers begin to pour.

The sorrow returns.

 

Trees' branches wrap their trunks,

Escape the cold, harsh winds.

The flowers bend their heads,

Sorrowful.

The grey clouds show no silver lining.

 

The melodic dripping of the rain;

Beautiful.

The droplets hitting water previously fallen;

Painful.

 

No shelter in this downpour;

Shelter in your arms; warm, strong.

I bury the thought deep.

 

No port in the storm;

Your body my port in this storm;

Wake up dearest.

 

Faces of sad ones pass,

Thinking my smile queer.

Beauty can thrive in this wasteland,

 

For I carry the sun.

Author's Note

You are my sun.

Reviews

[jeff hackworth]

it was a great poem, and i loved the was it was written

[Crowley]

Bam....that last line is the bomb. This is very, very good. I am beginning to think that this is getting easy for you, cuz you have been spitting them out daily. Wonderful stuff Girly Q!

[Ross]

wonderfully written!!!