After the rain

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There is a wildness to the rain;
just like there is to the human spirit.
Can you feel it?
Somnolent, the dry earth is awakened, tendrils of feeling
reaching deeper and deeper,
relentless in their tenacity and with little intention of stopping—
in hindsight the moment was significant,
a prognosis of sorts;
a rush of thoughts liberated with a cry of exclamation,
a flurry of stolen kisses— I linger for you
unshakeable in my belief,
like a leaf is when swirling, slowly, steadily and inevitably in the wind.
I have read you carefully,
sipped the heady wine of viridian irises,
it’s uncanny
there seems to be no explanation for this exquisite attraction,
my lips formed to rebel,
to break through the bonds of convention— the rain, in all its glory,
has sunk into my roots; I feel no regret.




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A Skylover Wordlist:  Somnolent, uncanny, rebel, prognosis 💝

Posted for Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United

31 Replies to “After the rain”

  1. I’ve sometimes felt that there was a very sensual quality to the rain. I don’t know if it’s because it keeps us inside to make our own amusements with the one we love, or if it’s just because rain has a way of crawling underneath one’s clothes. I like what you’ve done with the idea of rain in this love poem.

  2. i feel the same about the rain, rain that is not a thunderstorm but just a summer kind of thing.

    there is nothing to regret about it. it’s just so calming and exquisite.

    great write from you Sanaa. thanks.

  3. I really like the idea of “a flurry of stolen kisses” and what the act might imply. It makes me think that the first kiss might’ve been stolen, but the rest… well, maybe not so much (and that can be a good thing).

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