Andrea Dietrich Poet Free verse

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For Nette Onclaud's Let It Rain Poetry Contest/ Submitted 1/19/26

Rain of Pain

Packing up clothes for Goodwill,
I hear the patter of a beginning rainfall.
Tears start forming in my eyes
as the rain now pelts my window pane.
The downpour is relentless,
and I sob as I bury my face in a sweater,
breathing in the scent of the one
for whom my tears are falling.

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Terry Miller January 30, 2026 at 3:21 AM This is so emotive Andrea, congratulations

Krishnanand Guptar January 29, 2026 at 3:10 AM Congratulations, dear poetess, on sharing the top win in this contest with an emotional poem depicting the fellings you experience for someone in need whom your gifted clothing may halp. This is brought in focus with the rain on your window panes. An intelligent take on the prompt. Wish you a pleasant day.

Jennifer Proxenos January 24, 2026 at 10:50 AM A very potent write. It is difficult to do what you were doing and not feel as you did, and the relentless rain pouring outside and against the window pane added to the moment. A poem full of emotion. HUGS AND LOVE, Jennifer

Karen Jones January 22, 2026 at 8:07 AM So raw and honest. This is touching and well written. Best wishes in the contest Andrea!

Paige Hind January 21, 2026 at 6:20 PM A very emotional piece, it's beautiful

CayCay Godwin January 21, 2026 at 9:35 AM Such an approach to the contest is truly unique, this is also decidedly emotive and has all the elements going on. I likey-like your write.

Howard Kerr January 21, 2026 at 12:25 AM Overwhelmingly beautiful sentiments expressed in this peerless poem, Andrea. Vivid word choice and clear scene depiction, Howard

Daniel Henry Rodgers January 20, 2026 at 12:11 PM Dear Andrea, I like how your poem doesn’t try to soften the grief, it just sits in it, which makes it real. That image of burying your face in the sweater is the line that stays with me, it says everything without needing more. Winter Blessings, Andrea, Daniel

Jay Narain January 20, 2026 at 12:08 PM Nice memories. We don't have goodwill stores around, they all closed.

Paula Goldsmith January 20, 2026 at 11:26 AM What a story/write you have here. I enjoyed reading your "Rain of Pain" write. "Good Luck" I did "Pretty Clouds Let It Rain." Have a fun day writing away.............

sara Etgen-Baker January 19, 2026 at 10:48 PM oh I can so relate. When I packed up my mother's things for goodwill, I couldn't stop crying. I kept two of her shirts just so I could smell her scent.