Rain Fingers

by Maple Tree   Feb 11, 2013


Rain fingers tap upon tables in a somber morn.

Nervously expecting thunder to bolt across
my mind, in a feverish storm, I tap away
crossed redwood, shaking and stirring'
my cup running over...

Too many times have I consumed
sorrow in the early hours of the day,
clouds roll in, whisking me to knee
dropping, begging for one day of peace.

Rain fingers tap upon tables in a somber morn.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I found this really soothing to read now, it had an element of sadness but it was beautiful and really smooth flowing, and made me think of just seeing something different for a change and seeing the beauty in things you normally wouldn't.

    x

  • 11 years ago

    by Rusheena

    This was one of my favorites. I love the vivid imagery because it seemed to come alive and drew me in. I was nostalgic for me too because I love watching the rain; it's always been my favorite way to take a step back from the rest of the world and examine my life.

  • 11 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    Sorry double post

  • 11 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    I new this was you haha

    Beautiful Andrea :)

Read All Comments (4)

More Poems By Maple Tree