Rainy Day

This was written for an assignment where we based a poem on the first line of a Dorianne Laux poem, mine being, 'I'm remembering again, the day'.

I�m remembering again, the day
it rained,
a blurring, static rain.
The same rain that falls each year,
eroding your aging skin.

And instead of huddling under
our umbrellas,
we spun them around,
glad to feel the tears fall across our cheeks.
Pleased to be young again.

Reviews

[Virellius an Fiach]

This poem I think is my favorite of yours. I loved the imagery. Short enough, but filled with truth. Beauty indeed.