Cottage Chronicles

Rain

A/N: I wrote this poem for my best friend, based on old, true events.  

Not about her feelings, but rather the rain that fell on their beautiful ties. But of course, both life and devastation come with rain.

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Were those clouds, bringing me

The shades of grey, I couldn't foresee?

Thinking they were golden chariots,

Of purple daylight, I lost my heart's lariat.

Thought the wind was breeze of summer,

Thought the sirens were just a hummer.

But they brought rain, one that never ceases,

Mirroring my heart's broken pieces.

The water filled the air I breathed,

And while I drowned, my gushing heart seized.

Pulling it's tether, I climbed up back on the Titanic;

Only to sink once again, for our ties were just platonic

He thought like a peacock I danced in the rain;

While I wept, feeling so guilty and vain.

'Cuz as a cuckoo I yearned for spring,

Oblivious to the drops that nurtured each sapling.

But wait! The rains stopped at once,

My eyes fixated at sunshine's unfamiliar nuance

Ineffable words in my mind raced;

As the clock and seasons changed and paced.

My hands, now intertwined

In an old friendship's blooming vine.

For the rain had turned all withered green,

Everything so old, yet fresh and keen.

~ Feronia Grey