My son looks forlornly out the window... "Will it rain forever?"
"I hope not, Baby. I truly hope not."
Not my best poetry...
but it is my soul...
on a page...
Walking in the Rain
Icy drops
stabbing
Tiny knives
freezing
Silence
Only the solitary sound
of lonely feet on dripping pavement
And careening cars
crashing?
afraid
It's too late
Frigid wind
bites & stings
blowing away pain...
leaving nothing...
numb.
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