Once You Said You Liked the Rain

It’s raining now �" not wild, but slow,

The kind of rain old sorrows know.
I watch it fall on fence and tree,
And think of who you were to me.

Once, you said you liked the rain�"
So I began to love its stain.
Each drop became a part of you,
And I believed the sky did too.

I miss you �" yes, I won’t pretend,
But missing doesn’t mean I bend.
The heart may ache, but still be wise�"
Not every road needs one more try.

Some paths are meant to fade in rain,
Not loop us back into the same pain.
So I sit still, and let it pour,
And leave your name outside the door.

The sky may weep, the winds may call,
But I don’t have to go at all.
To miss is not to chase again�"
The rain falls once. And then it ends.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

A poem; quietly devastating in the best way; soft-spoken but unwavering. Its strength is in its resolve. “To miss is not to chase again.” That’s wisdom carved from pain. The speaker allows space for longing without surrendering to it. They’ve walked to the edge of nostalgia, felt the storm, and decided not to get drenched. 🕊️🙏🏻

[poetic swan]

Wow, thank you so much — your words truly moved me. You understood the heart of the poem so clearly.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Most welcome dear poet. 🕊️🙏🏻

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and then a different rain falls the next time...different drops with different purpose.
j.

[poetic swan]

So simple yet deep — love how it shows that every rain carries a new meaning.

[Soren]

Wow a great metaphor that flows through the entire poem. The aspect of enjoying but learning from experience and not needing to relive it. Very nicely written

[poetic swan]

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you felt that — capturing that balance between holding on and letting go was exactly what I wanted to express. Your support means a lot!