Five Lines Drip
Standing in the pouring rain, I felt like a drip,
The dark grey skies reflected my mood,
A salty tear rolled down my face onto my lip,
Tears and rain drops mixed, and I thought how rude
To be stood up by the woman I’d wooed!
* pure fiction
For Sara’s Five Lines metaphor & similie contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2015
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