Friday, July 11, 2014

Rain, Rain, Come and Stay

Sticky note poem writing, with the scent of rain sneaking in.

That smell of the rain
that came
to wash away
the heat of the day.

Just when you were
all of your shame,
hidden so far away
from the light of day.

When things are gray
sometimes it is such relief,
such relief

from yourself,
from your pain.

Come, you pouring rain.

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