You say and do the little things
A woman never forgets;
And when it rains, I smile when you say
'It's raining violets'
You hold me close and calm my fears
When we speak of plans and schemes;
And when the storm breaks through the clouds,
I know... it's raining dreams!
Your words of love circle 'round my head
Like a childrens' carousel;
You say the rain is nurturing life -
Assuring me all is well
Now, come, my love, tell me the truth,
Storms often do bring distress;
'Yes', you say, 'but as long as you're mine,
It's raining happiness! '
Response to: Let It Rain! , a poem by Lora Colon: That Ain’t Rain! ! I may not always hear too well, ’ but lest you, in the future, forget …. when you think you hear the rain, it’s just the cranky …..Toto toilet! Ok, I sometimes hold you close, and you fear I have some schemes, but when I’m at my crankiest …. it’s only due to my bottle ….of Jim Beam. So you thought mine were words of “love”! Well, you’d better check your head. It’s not my heart which makes me say them; I’m just trying to get you (with me) in bed! ! Now, come woman, tell me the truth. You really knew what you were getting. As long as I’m “yours” and you …”mine”, that isn’t rain. It’s just me (on you) sweating. bri :) [ok, yours is nice too]
Let you be drenched with the rain of love. It is so so nice and beautifully versed that is out of my imagination. Loved reading it again and again.10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Lora. Congrats on having it chosen as poem of the day!