When It Rains

by | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

I sit in the quiet of my room
All is quite still inside
I can even hear the beat of my heart
And recall other times I’ve cried

The wind howls outside the house
But it is warm in here
The rain is coming down in torrents
As I brush away a stray tear

The world outside my window
Is black and hostile there
The storm outside, it matches me
As I gaze blankly, sit and stare

Rain splatters on the window
The wind chimes ring and sway
Being constantly blown to and fro
But now they sound so far away

A drop of rain on the glass
Zig-zags on its way down
My eyes following its lonely path
While on my face there’s a frown

It is nights like this I remember
Laughing with you in the rain
Or walking along arm in arm
Oh, to have fun together again

You would cuddle me close
Enfolding me in your love
Helped me when I made mistakes
Pushed me on when I needed a shove

I could never forget you
So many years have gone by
It is 39 years since you passed away
But Dad, when it rains I still cry


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