How much I thought of you
during weeks of rain that Winter,
it can not be measured in time,
not in weight, nor in length,
but it was often, heavy and ongoing
and worth listening
to every falling raindrop,
to the sound their landing
made on the window, on the roof,
on the pavement, the sound of
all the thousands of them, as
each one was a thought
about you.


Comments on: "Rain" (16)

  1. Oh WOW, you’re too good at these!!

  2. paulessick said:

    Reblogged this on My Blog snuppy.

  3. Lovely.

    You do gentle love poems so well.

    But could we now have a little less rain please πŸ™‚


  4. I like the idea in the last line, Ina. It’s a wonderful sentiment.

  5. so much heart…I’m an incurable romantic and you melt me with these love poems…

  6. An elegant metaphor Ina – well done.

  7. I love this! L&H xx

  8. Rain is so evocative … stirs up memories … you have captured its unconscious ‘manipulation’ of our spirits. XO

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