I used to think rain drops meant the sky was crying
Wicking the pain from the heavens above
I used to think dew drops were tears left by fairies
Who missed their chance at true love
I always thought of them
As drops of sorrow
Until my own pain
Filled up my today and tomorrow
Now I see the way the water washes
Cleanses the earth beneath the downpour
I see the way the water sustains
Feeds the plants; flowers more
I need the rain to remember
To display the rainbow bright
So I can get through my sorrow
And bask again in happy light
The poem above was sparked by a line on page 350 of Vacation Wars by Meghan Quinn. Instead of using the word tears, Meghan used an euphemism I had never really thought of before, and it got me thinking of tears, and before I knew it, there was a poem pouring out of me. Hope you enjoy!
This is AWESOME! Great job, sister!💗
I could feel the raw feelings of sorrow and then the washing clean of the rain. I love it when a writing pulls emotion out of me. This is a soulful poem.