Raining a Sequel
He turned his face up
to the moon,
the rain was on him
like a wound
in rivulets it ran
him down
in waves of pain
intent to drown,
the anguish of
the love he feels
the torrent takes
him and he reels
from all the heartache
and the pain....
and rain.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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