Rainy Days, Pt.1 Poem by Fie KroC

Rainy Days, Pt.1



She said she adored the rain. When it fell like small bombs on the road, the pavement, on the buildings in the city. Like the city took a shower, cleaning itself from all the dioxide, oil, dirt and what do I know. As long as it wasn't acid rain of course…
Ha-ha, man she could stand out there under the cloudy sky the whole day, watching the damn rain come tumbling down. And she would comb her hair with her silky fingers and dance like a marvelous hummingbird. And she would reach out for me while I stood arched under the great chestnut tree in shelter of the rain. She would yell "Come dance! " and I'd be shaking my head in doubt, but in the end I would always surrender. I mean how could I not, she looked like an angel, my angel. We would dance around like maniacs in the park, I would whirl her around like a ballerina and she would laugh, her eyes gleam.
Then when the rainbow came she would toss her body down in the grass and tug me with her. While squeezing my hand tightly, her head on my chest, she would be still. Glancing through the branches and twigs. The humid grass would make our clothes wet and we would have to get up if we didn't want to catch a cold.
That's two years ago now. Today it's actually… exactly 1 year ago since the accident happened.

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not a poem, but poetic made. It's the start of a short story I'm making. The I-narrator is a boy
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