When the rain comes

Posted on May 25, 2014 in Poetry, Writing

I love it when the rain comes down
and washes away
all those feelings I had
And makes me say
things I don’t say on sunny days.
I see shadow,
grays.
with your name on my lips
I sleep the day away

I love it when the rain comes down
and carries me off
to a place of my childhood,
a place caught
in my happiest memories
that now feel like
dream.
how close they are
But how far they seem