georgia

the tiny drops of rain

they fill up my windshield

every one another bit of you

and i don't pull down the lever

'til i'm ready for another dose

and the rain is intermittent

sometimes the drops are gone

that doesn't mean i don't see you

i don't remember the rain

because there are somethings that stick to you

some drops you always remember

the rain soaks into my jeans

my calves grow cold

i make my way

i make my way

there's a whisper in the rain

i want to catch up to it

i want to

i have intrigue for

someone i already know

i keep missing the rain

i keep missing the discovery 

staring at the only picture i have

that i always keep out of the rain

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Wow, this is a beautiful poem of love. The last stanza is amazing.

Staring at the only picture I have
that I always keep out of the rain.

excellent.!!