Love sometimes is like a slow rain
But, then sometimes it’s like a violent thunderstorm,
It drenches the skin like a cold delayed pain
But, then sometimes love is just lukewarm.
Love comes and goes like a spring shower
Then sometimes it arrives like a surprised cloudburst,
It might last for a moment, or sometimes an hour
But, it always arrives to quench the thirst.
Sometimes love is just like a storm cloud
Brought about us by our sadness and regret
We want love and rain, but it’s covered by a shroud
That is when we all just need and want to get wet.
Love falls upon the soul like slow raindrops
Sometimes that’s how we know when we are in love,
But then for the idolizers the rain slows and then stops;
Oh how I wish, the rain would become a flood.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've described love in your own way and you did it brilliantly. Thumbs up! Please review my poem 'Deer Hunter'