The night sky lit by anger and rage
The rain pours down
Rinsing my memories of us away
Those moments of passion
Nights drenched in lust and want
You want
You roam through the caverns of my heart
Your voice still haunts
Every last syllable of the words you uttered
Still fill the air
They hang there like all of our dirty laundry
Waiting to dry out
After all my tears have been wrung out
I can still see your back
As you walked out
And left my life without a care
The night sky lit by anger and rage
You love thunder and rain
Chasing storms and memories
You used to remind me
About our first kiss
How we stood toe to toe
I was the first girl you kissed in the rain
All those years so long ago
I’ll never look at rain the same
I’ll never look back again
Tonight the night sky is lit by anger and rage
While I look out the window
And turn the page
Captivating. The words, the music, the image…everything. This is art!
Thank you very much
Kind of got that Bob Seger ending…
I love thunderstorms, but I can see why you might have a different perspective.
Really nice use of imagery and metaphor. It’s emotional and moving. I particularly like how you used 2nd person narrative here to add an extra intensity.
xoxo
Hello Adira,
The rain is such a fabulous metaphor for all kinds of feelings mood and emotions. Always have enjoyed listening to the sound of it and the crisp freshness after the rain. I sometimes imagine there are curtains of rain traveling around in the atmosphere that hold stories we humans have sent out into the universe. You are a gifted songstress! Thank you for sharing these gifts. Have a lovely day, greetings and blessings,
Rian
Thank you, Mourgana for such a lovely comment
Thank you, Kitten
I really can’t look at rain the same anymore. Maybe someday…
I enjoyed the music and the poem. It pulls the emotions and bring it out.
Thank you Fia
Hopefully the rain will keep rinsing until you are at peace and maybe even able to enjoy rain again. You expressed the relationship and your feelings beautifully through the metaphor of the storm
Thank you, Pinkdreams
I struggle with using metaphors, but this one was easy. It was a genuine true story.
This is fine ink!
Bat
Thank you Bat
Thank you, Bat P!
Beautiful… resonates…
Thank you, S