Touch Of Rain Poem by Randy McClave

She wasn’t like the touch of rain
That gently falls upon the skin
That makes one happy and makes one grin
She instead was like the touch of pain.

I walk alone and I felt an ache
As though upon me there was a curse
I felt sick and then I began to feel worse
Then I knew she was poisonous like a snake.

She had poisoned me with a hate and a lie
That came from her as honesty and truth
It tasted like a sweet flavored vermouth
Now she sits and waits for me to die.

I was tricked by my senses and what to believe
Now the penalty of that crime is my death
The Lord's Prayer I will say in my last breath
The rain it came and then she did deceive.

Randy L. McClave