Posted in Poetry, Prose

Rainy Day Lover

What a thought!
“a rainy day lover”

I could always be myself
when the dry season set in again,
then, a gradual change could bring her
back into my arms
a slight drizzle, a downpour of emotion
then, she’d be gone again

A new change in the weather
being myself again,

My goodness
40 days and nights of rain

I guess, she’s a keeper
wet hair, and all

Never say only,
when it rains

Then, it will never stop….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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