I didn’t mean for my tears
to mingle with the
cold splash of rain
as it filtered through
golden leaves, falling, slowly.
I thought of him sitting
beside me on the porch
whispering how he loved
to watch the rain.
hear its voice in the wind.
He loved the way we
could see it clearly,
as it rushed over the mountain.
The soft patter transformed now.
Hammering, battering, loudly.
I sat, soaked by cold rain.
drenched by hot tears.
in a place that we had laughed in.
lived and loved in.
Rain and tears, in autumn.
Inseparable now, forever.
















lenwilliamscarver said,
November 11, 2012 @ 2:42 am
Very powerful Brenda !
Sandra Bennett said,
November 11, 2012 @ 3:10 pm
Strong images…I can hear both the rain and the quiet….
Gunnu PS said,
November 11, 2012 @ 5:49 pm
beautiful and so lifelike!
simon7banks said,
November 13, 2012 @ 2:53 pm
Sad and beautiful. The soft sounds well convey a rainy autumn day.