When it rains
Roads, trees, houses, birds
Fences, lawns, porches, terraces
Flowerpots, climbers, flowers, windows
Words, books, poems, conversation
Dreams and faces
Sun and shades
All get wet
Memories are inundated
Life spans turn into ephemeral moments
Dry eyes are filled with water
(and are washed clean)
When it stops
Winds start blowing.
You are definately in tune with the rain in this one. Life is made up of ephemeral moments and we must seize each one. Excellent. Kind regards, Sandra
'Dry eyes are filled with water', which might happen in a strongly emotional period, amidst those 'ephemeral moments' that might be a blessing! In this case, let it rain! Beautiful writing. Regards, Maria
rain makes all living things grow, , all dry things wet.and all tears invisible...i usually walk in the rain when i cried, , , thats how rain useful to me dear name.., , ths poem is so beautiful...i can relate every lines u described in ths poem...am just giving the adjectives in the literal meaning of rain dear name..i like ths.. naizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Moments in this poem are and it is a wet surface ;)) these fleeting moments the most are finding their way to me. I like it. Greetings. :) Maria Barbara Korynt
like denuded life of a man....the essence of what is life.....a high hope and prayer that such a wonderful poem be part of poems in every books read in school... thank you and God bless your poem....a 10 +++++
Rain paints tears on the windowpanes of the soul. A beautiful write. Warm wishes for your poetic journey wherever it might take you. Always your friend, Sandra
and washed clean to be deleted. good poem though. more few lines will be great. the poem stops suddenly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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