Rain, the Story
in the midst of a lush meadow
there stands an impressive sight
a slip of a girl on a giant white horse
poised on the verge of flight
poetic in their beauty
they begin to move
and they appear as one
from head to back to hoove
you can see the giant beast
respond to invisible cues
as he begins to accelerate
to a place just out of view
you begin to sense the urgency
as the pair picks up speed
and you watch the desperation
as she pushes the giant steed
faster, just a lil faster
and it will be all right
all the sorrow of reality
is lost in the midst of flight
just a little harder
we're almost at the end
and the beast gives her everything
on him she can depend
the vision on that meadow
is enough to make a soul ache
watching a free spirit
and her horse make their escape
gradually they slow
his coat glistening in the sun
she leans in and hugs him
and thanks him for the run
looking into his deep brown eyes
she whispers her gratitude
stroking his white mane
they begin to walk on cue
slowly they walk the meadow
as desperation evaporates
leaving bewitched bystanders
in awe at the look upon her face
the frantic pace lost
by the run upon her beast
sorrow left in their dust
upon his back she finds her peace
they stop again and she strokes him
with all her aching heart
and knows he's her freedom
protecting her from the start
he nuzzles her soft cheek
as if he understands
and wants her to know
he's home beneath those hands
swiftly as she mounts him
agile and with grace
they begin to walk the meadow
looks of peace upon their faces
as they reach the meadows edge
they begin to fade from sight
the girl on her magnificent white steed
disappearing in the night
written by: Lori Thomson
contest: Rain, The Story
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