Walking In The Rain. Poem by Charles Jagongo
Walking In The Rain.
Rushing wind blows
Tree branches bow and sway
Opening are the Lord's gates
Lightening fires its deafening blast
Earth expectant swallows cool droplets
Liquid spears strike and wash my hair
Drenched to my skin are my cloths
I cross a stream to your cabin
Glittering stars make your eyes
All these your beauty caused
I am walking in the rain
To your outstretched warm arms.
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4/24/2024 7:33:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Stunning write with vivid imagery with a great ending of what we can do for true love!