the rain.

rain.

Maybe I cry
At the rain
Washing away
The sunshine
Because
It reminds me
Of the brightness
I found in you
The light I lost.

I miss your words
On my page
I loved your voice
In my ear
I want your smile
Before me
I crave your touch
On my skin

So I stare at blank pages
Willing your words to appear
I surround myself with silence
Listening for your voice
I close my eyes
Dreaming of your smile
I hide in my sheets
Imagining your touch

Maybe I smile
At the rain
Washing away
The sunshine
Because
It foreshadows
Your fire
Returning to me
The light I will reclaim.

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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17 Responses to the rain.

  1. Beautifully written. A great finale. I love this piece. Well done Sandra. You get better everyday.

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  2. Love it, Sandra. You’ve a definite way with words…

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  3. kutukamus says:

    Then I hope the shining will
    Forever remain 🙂

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  4. You are a beauty with words, pun intended.

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  5. Miriam says:

    Very evocative and full of emotion. Beautifully written Sandra.

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  6. Tikeetha T says:

    Oh. I really love this. I’ve shared it.

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