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Alone On A Rainy Day
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George Wentz |
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It's a melancholy day,
dim and dreary.
Rain falls steadily,
ringlets in puddles of water.
Raindrops roll down the wet glass
bending trees through the blurry window,
as the random rhythm of rain
pecks away at the roof above me.
The mood invites my mind to nostalgia
to recall the sunshine missing from today,
a comfortable place in the past
far from these tears falling from the clouds.
But there is no warmth left
in those dusty attic trunks,
the ones that hold the scent and feel
of clothes packed away long ago.
They can't be filled with those who wore them
to talk, and laugh, and share this day.
The rain is my companion now,
alone -- the rain and me.
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--Submitted by George Wentz on 2011-04-19.
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Ekordek:
We all have those trunks of clothes...indeed.
Posted 04/20/2011 08:38 PM
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lanet:
Ah, melancholy. Sometimes it is what is called for. Thanks George.
Posted 04/19/2011 07:13 AM
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