Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:
With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.
Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.
Those last two lines complete the poem with the sadden note love always springs when a heart is broken, Rain can always ease the pain when sister tears join in. An amazing work worth being a top rated one on this site
Lovely poem but not what i want i need some similes and mataphors poem thank you
AGHHHHHHH! loved this... the tone, and visual, everything- love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ITS EVER DAY BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO