The Rain


Rain, just a faint smile upon the grin of the Earth,
On Sunday evening, 1972, I still ponder on it’s worth,
Enough to wipe the smile off anyone’s face,
That night it seemed to me pound me with grace,
She sent me letters in the mail,
Oh, how they made me wail.
Time, where does it go now?
Out in the frigid air like a pointless vow?
I hang up my favorite winter coat on the couch,
Her favorite too, this I can vouch,
I closed my eyes and I remember when we first kissed,
My lord God this moment I sorely missed,
I poured me my eighth drink,
And let the burn in my throat and heart sink.

There lay a feather she used to carry in her hair,
Now it is mine that I carry with despair,
Looking at me now is a broken mirror on the wall,
It once was my favorite one of them all,
The fireplace burns my face with its black tooth grin,
As I flip over the table and pour me some gin.
I remember the first I poured with her at the bar,
And how we got in the car,
Laughing and smiling down I-24,
Little did I know, I would see her no more,
When I pulled into my driveway,
We knew we were in love, but she wasn’t there the next day,
The rain had washed her away,
Now as I rise from the couch and look out my window,
Then I recall and now I know,
She was all in my mind,
Since she is not here, the rain is only mine.

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