Raining Love

A poem I wrote when I got an idea for a contest....

He stands by the lake, and gazes
into its depths.
It's the darkest lake he's ever seen.
Especially now.
It reminds him of
her eyes.
Her dark eyes.
Her beautiful eyes.
It begins to rain.
He gazes towards the sky, remembering.
The raindrops mix with the tears in his eyes.

 

She moves towards the lake, pausing by
the gnarled old oak before the bank.
She traces her finger over the
engraved letters in the tree.
She glances towards the figure
by the lake.
She knows it's him.
She slowly walks to him,
her steps just a whisper in the wind.
For once, she is thankful for the rain,
thankful that it hides the
tears falling from her
dark eyes.

 

Their eyes meet as he turns around.
He recognizes her instantly.
He could never forget her.
Hesitantly, he takes a step towards her.
She takes another towards him.
Her tears are
streaming more heavily now,
as well as his.
Their lips meet.
The rain stops.
 

Reviews

[None]

I'm so happy you wrote this! I love it. I really thought this part was perfect here...
"She moves towards the lake, pausing by
the gnarled old oak before the bank.
She traces her finger over the
engraved letters in the tree.
She glances towards the figure
by the lake.
She knows it's him."

Romance and the rain and her seeing him again--it all gels so well. The ending is outstanding. Exceptional writing! I'm saving this to favorites!

[Caitlyn]

This piece is absolutly amazing.
Longing in the beginning leading to reliefe,
It really completes it.
The ending really leaves me wanting more =]

[Poeticpiers]

I enjoyed this little tale immensel The theme is well thout out and the finale is masterly Presented well in poetic prose. Our muse often dictates what we shall or shall not write.Free form is not my favourite type of poetry so much is badly constructed and ill spelt. But you succeeded in holding my attention