I hate the rain

I hate the rain-

I hate the rain!

Fingers and toes

Shriveled and soaked

Bones groan

Body shivers 

'til clouds of grey

Are Pushed away

And all the flowers glitter

Reviews

[Nobody.]

Love the simplicity of movement and language in this piece. It leaves room for the mind to wander: chances are the "rain" is just rain in the author's mind, but the reader can interpret as struggle, pain, disaster, depression....all these thins that start as external "soaking" and then become internal "shiver" and then, thankfully, comes the healing. Good stuff! Cheers!

[Ladysue]

I like this especially today...wonderful ending...