The Visit Poem by grace mariner

The Visit



The rain keeps falling.
The horizon teased me this evening with the winking eye of the sun,
squinting out between two thick eyelids of grey clouds.
Like a golden sleepy orb, it taunts for a moment.
Then it succumbs to its exhaustion and falls into slumber,
the grey lid closing.

Thursday, May 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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