Rainstorm

by nouriguess   Sep 16, 2023


Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing
against my knees, hair
dripping as the keys almost
slip through my shaking hands.

I look around.
Why can't they hear
the pelting of the rain?
They look safe, their coats are dry,
their mellow faces are lit
with warmth.

At long last, I go in but
can't leave the storm outside.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    Absolutely gorgeous and powerful.

    --- MKKK

  • 1 year ago

    by Eros

    I love to have to read something again, to pay closer attention to the metaphors, especially when it isn't overextended or forced. Nice job, Yasmine. ?