Sojourn - Rain

It is a compilation of several poems, rain, et al. Sometimes we are jubilant to find lost love, while sometimes we could not keep it for fear of missing it once again. �Sojourn� demonstrates the different phases of love one has encountered in life.

 

Rain

 

Pit-a-pat

 

Hold me close

Under one umbrella

Slightly inside, slightly outside

Green field, grey vision, running vehicles

A few, few, the few…

It was drizzling outside now

Still, it is hot

Due to condensed clouds in the sky

 

Hold me tight

With the vapory sweat storming from

Head to toe and is mixed with rain drops

 

It is raining all the day and night

 

Pit-a-pat to

 

Rainstorm in the undying city with love to hate to love

When you open my wet shirt

When we explored the proverbial world

The whirlwind forming a deep-toned blur

With magenta and white in the distant azure

With less of white and much black

We lay on the other

To feel

The birth of a river…

 

It was the rain

Once again—

Reviews

[Vanessa]

The end is a perfect conclusion.

[Last Lying Look]

Really good poem. I can feel the atmosphere as I read it. That's what got me so into it. I could feel it.
Really good job! :D

[Vanessa]

Flowy, this is. Sorry that it's taken me so long. I don't get on too often, but I will get to it all.
Great peice.

//vk

[Ray Hamilton]

Nice pen
It has rained here for the whole week so far
I think I have had enough rain LOL
Ray

[QuietPoet]

This beautiful. I enjoyed it. Great job.

[The Autumn Faerie]

This is wonderful!
You know, I love the rain...
It always helps me think!

Keep writing! ^-^

[Kaleidoscope Apocalypse]

Quite a beautiful piece!

Thank you for requesting that I read it!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh so powerfully sensual in the end...lovely visions of rain and bliss. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[An owl on the moon]

Powerful and beautiful on so many levels! Metaphor and mystery blend to form the perfect world, line by line. Just brilliant!

Craig

[emmajoy]

Beautiful, both in word usage and emotion. The fleeting rain, the visiting rain.. and love, physical and mental, coming and going, finding and losing.

'The whirlwind forming a deep-toned blur .. With magenta and white in the distant azure ..With less of white and much black .. We lay on the other ..To feel .. The birth of a river� It was the rain ..Once again-'

Thank you for sharing.