Raining
It’s raining
raining
so hard
that
it’s burning
Burning
a hole
in
my eyes
Empty
emptiness
falling around
me
Twirling me
down
in
surprise
We were
there
in
the field
Beginning
to yield
To the
twistable
forces of fate
Out of
our mind
Only to
find
we’d
arrived at
the ending
too
late
and
It’s raining
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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