DroughtI miss the sound of the rain pounding
Against the wooden shingles, the lonely cars on the street, the window above me The feeling of sorrow and inebriation Swell inside me, like the dirty leaf filled gutters below A desire to run and splash in the puddles as if I were a young girl To be cleansed of the putrid thoughts in my head I miss the sound of the rain pounding As he held me in his arms, warm, safe, and completely surrounded The smell of relief that fills the house, even if only momentarily A soothing sent that infiltrates everything, like the fog rolling upon the sound A sense of new fertile beginnings Nourishment for dreams planted 9 months ago I miss the sound of rain pounding Allowing tears to flow unnoticed The taste of salty and sweet against my lips Not wanting to be wiped away A moment of complete release I miss the sound of rain pounding With the screaming thunder that makes the black puppy whimper The night’s sky light up on fire With more intensity and vitality that I secretly hold within And yet, there is no rain Everything has shriveled up Like the dreams I left behind | Project Updates*"Tribute" novel, historical non-fiction: conceptual: researching
*"FG" novel, comedic fiction: in progess see "Letters to You" for content base *"Heritage" project, collection of children's stories: conceptual Poetry: ongoing as of 7.16.10 PoetryAmbiguity
Drought Unending Cycle Windy Memories |
