Raindrops
It was the raindrops, that were tapping on my window pane
that night you left
packed your bags, calling the yellow cab
and driving away into the Red Sun.
I prayed you'd come back, but never did you return.
Nothing but a simple picture with us together,
covered with my tears
and the raindrops that tap at my window pane
now all keep me company in my time of sorrow and darkness.
The raindrops, along with a peaceful Chopin masterpiece
sing to me and ask me why I'm crying.
The metaphors I sprung out with curious thoughts of us
are no more around, and I shead tears, every minute or so.
I close my eyes and see you.
A flash of light, a crack in the sky and a bomb exploding
in my ears wake me from paradise
and I get scared, for I lose your face.
But the raindrops tapping on my window pane sooth me
and cry with me.
For the raindrops want to come into my room
and hug me and talk, but if they do, they with ruin the carpet.
Raindrops on lone nights without you, can be the closest thing
to a friend.
The raindrops stopped tapping for a moment and I was sad.
"Where are you going rain?" I asked with a lump of sorrow in my windpipe.
"I have to go, for others like you need me." The rain said.
"Don't leave me alone in the darkness." I said.
"I'm sorry, but I shall return to see you another night."
Soon the raindrops stopped tapping away on my window pane.
I heard silence. I looked at the picture of my love, who left
and I created my own raindrops and sombered away in sorrow.
Soon the pain was gone till the rain returned and asked to see how I was doing.
The raindrops tapped away at my window pane.
I sat in my red, pattened chair and asked a question.
"Sweet raindrops, have you ever been in love?"
The raindrops did not answer, just tapped away at my window pane.
I soon fell in love with the rain, that came down from the dark and gloomy skies
and I felt loved for a moment, when the raindrops came back to love me once again.
And we sat there for an hour
Enjoying each other's presents.
The raindrops soon spoke, with the tap upon my window pane,
the rain said, "I love you."
I smiled and opened the window, and the rain came in
and ruined the carpet.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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