Raindrops

Raindrops hit the metal patio cover
first slow, then  so fast
it sounds as if marbles are being dumped
from a jar.
Slows and then nothing at all.

Another wave gains strength as the storm
moves forward again.

Just as my emotions start with a tear
running down my cheek, then a rush
like a river while my heartbeats as the thunder.

A moments pause it seems to be, until the
wave of heartache rolls through again.

Kimber Michaela 2009

This entry was posted in Writing.

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