by Borek Grotevant

Created on: August 06, 2009

RAIN

When it rains

I am reminded

of loss

and sadness

A delicate rain

Softer memories

Those who were

near to us

dear to us

When it rains

Thundering downpour

I become drenched in

realization

Soaking wet in thoughts

heavy

melancholy

Dripping on the cobblestones

as I walk

head down

London Fog

Fedora

Greyness and reflected white light

When it rains

I feel the tautness of my skin

Shriveled as if prematurely old

my forebears were young once

they dreamt the big dreams

they toiled on this earth

grim consequence

meager reward

Then it rains and

that stubborn sprout

of hope

pushes upward

through

the hardscrabble

nothingness

the

surface of

my

Fears

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