Rain-slick roads, black and gleaming
Drops on the windowpanes, streaming
It seems even the sky is weeping
Even the sky is burdened by tears
I am alone, encircled by my fears.
The rain keeps dripping down
Like tears falling softly onto this suburban town
Huge big gigantic tearsdrops on earth's cheeks
But where will the poor sleep tonight?
Beautiful 3rd stanza.... 'earth's cheeks' what a gorgeous analogy. HG: -) xx
Beautifully balanced write. The considerable weight of the last line redressing the lean toward accusation of self absorption.
Poets and rain seem to have rapport with each other.I am often inspired when I hear such tuneful tears on my old tin roof. You have penned a poem of extraordinary beauty. Your last line is very evocative. Love again, Sandra
Rain-slick roads, black and gleaming Drops on the windowpanes, streaming It seems even the sky is weeping Even the sky is burdened by tears -------- Such a beautiful sound- a real Raga
A very passionate piece it comes from a sensitive heart and a soul of warmth 10 Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You really create a great scene and an interesting final line.