Rain

The air is bleak and clammy
Blowing softly on my skin
Chills resonate in my body
My heart's a cold hard stone

Laying on my bed
My tummy on my soft bed
A warm blanket covering
Warmth
For a moment
Before sinking into cold darkness

My hands desperately clutching at the tendrils of hope
Swirling around gracefully
Like barely visible mist
But always avoiding my touch

A strong wind blew
The mist of hope disappeared
Snatch away in an instant
Away from my hungry gaze
My longing heart

Reviews

[mcg03002]

Very nice poem! It makes me wonder. It creates feelings and questions. I think those are the signs of good writing.