Raindrops on Roses, Her Hand in Mine

Raindrops on Roses, Her Hand in Mine

A Poem by Isabella Cezanne

a poem about this girl

and i can 
see it now:

raindrops between
her freckles
and thin streams
of water
spilling endlessly.

over her
as she smiles
at me from
the sidewalk

and i stumble 
further into the road
as she yells

"come back inside!"
(come back to her arms)

and she laughs
and calls me

(my favorite when it
comes from her mouth)

and as the steady 
stream of water
starts to pick up

i pull her close
to me instead,
her hand in mine
warmer than the
summer rain
that pours down
around us

and i can see it, 
closer now:

raindrops between
her freckles,
eyes bright as
she looks at me

her laugh
as she kicks water
onto my shirt

and its every
beautiful cliché
that i ever

© 2020 Isabella Cezanne

Author's Note

Isabella Cezanne
I was given a prompt by a friend when I asked for help due to some writer's block. She told me to write about this girl that I am obviously half in love with. I told her I already have a poem about her. She then told me to write about the rain. I laughed and told her that I had one about rain too. She then told me to combine the two. I said I would humor her, but really this poem was so easy to write just because the moment she suggested the idea, I could see the image clear as day in my head. So here we are. The final product.

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Added on April 12, 2020
Last Updated on April 13, 2020
Tags: love, adoration, rain, happy, happiness, dancing, girls, relationship, laughter, fondness


Isabella Cezanne
Isabella Cezanne

Denver, CO

I don't write too often outside of class and such but I'm always striving to share my work and be better so here I am. more..