Rain

by Elapsed   Aug 15, 2007


Pitter patter with a bit of splatter,
They call me... Precipitation.

Weekend washed away, I'm only water,
look how they run as I come.

A simple beggar, left in anger,
lack of shelter, wishing for vapor.

Flowing like a graceful dancer,
For a while, life a little damper.

Wrinkled reflections in gutters,
Paper boats left for after.

Often referred as terrible weather,
While lovers snuggle under covers.

Won't be around much longer,
fading like a dying flower.

With a simple gesture,
I'll see you all later.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Sam congrats!
    This one was chosen 2xs as a choice for the featured writers of the week.
    Great job my friend.
    Take care Cindy

  • 17 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    Oh wow, loved, loved, loved this. Did I mention I loved this. Sad yet beautiful nature poem. I love the images you painted in this write. I absolutely love the rain, and find this to be the best sleep one can get. Beautiful write.
    Kay

  • 17 years ago

    by Sugadoo

    I really like this one great work.

  • 17 years ago

    by Beauty In The Breaking

    K, that was so light hearted and cute that it got me smiling =) The flow and wording was even light hearted lols Personally I love the rain and am always one of those thats out dancing in it lols 5/5 Like always lols
    Rhea

  • 17 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Very nice, mister Sword!!!!

    5/5 Ingrid

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