Rainy Days

Rainy Days

A Poem by Michael G.

Rainy Days



Last night late,

I finally fell asleep to its sound.

It’s been raining here for days now,

both outside - and within.

The downpour tearing down through the storm gutter

was my alarm clock just after dawn.

Rising up,

the scenery from my window

seemed almost as gloomy

as my own heavy laden thoughts.



I know I need to clear the air,

more  for my own frame of mind

as for the benefit of anyone else.

Sometimes it’s okay to think about yourself.

Being stingy for your own well being

is a good thing, at times.



I sat for awhile on my covered porch

thinking the sound of the rain was calming

then a rumble off in the distance

proved to be a forerunner of the fog and clouds,

slowly rolling back in.



I stepped back inside.

Maybe tomorrow.



Maybe tomorrow.



© 2017 Michael G.

Author's Note

Michael G.
Thank you for reading my work. I hope you enjoy. Play the music as you read for further pleasure.

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Hi Michael, Haven't been here for quite awhile but of course I remember you and your love of reading and writing poetry...so nice to find you here, still....just hope you and yours are and will remain safe with this terrible, threatening weather....I just read your RAINY DAYS and see your writing is as I remember, even better!

Posted 1 Year Ago

I love the rain... but not the thunder.....
We do need a time out to ponder life
heart..and soul....

Thought-full !!!


Posted 3 Years Ago

Let that tomorrow be today..we all need to talk to ourselves more often to clear the clouds of our minds...
very well penned! enjoyed reading!

Posted 3 Years Ago

Good job on how we resolve to address painful issues, only to back off when it starts to "thunder". I liked this and more than that, recognized the sentiment. Also, I live in Biloxi, MS and Cindy has been raining on us for four days!!!! The title brought me to this piece...and I'm glad of it.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Michael G.

3 Years Ago

I hope that is the last storm of the season; but, I'm afraid it isn't. I live on the coast in North .. read more

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Michael G.

Holden Beach, NC

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