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Softly the Rain Fell 1

Poetry By: a9fc8yt3kd

A short, descriptive poem which I have written.

Submitted:Sep 11, 2011    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Softly, the rain fell from a grey and cloudy sky, pattering upon the street below. Cars drove to and fro noisily, honking their horns and throwing up splashes of water from the gutter. An old man with a long beard and a long, hooded trench coat stumbles awkwardly down the sidewalk.

He stumbles into an aluminum garbage can, knocking it over. It falls on its side and the lid falls off, spilling garbage all over the street. The man kicks the garbage can hard, and then stumbles away, shouting unintelligibly.

Beside the street, there stands an austere brick building. In the wall of the building, facing the street, there is a plain glass window which looks out over the street. As the raindrops fall upon the window, they run down in trickles and pool on the windowsill.

A little child stands inside the window and gazes out. Behind her, everything is dark. She stares, silent and still, at the grey sky, at the cars racing past, and at the water running down the side of the street. Slowly, she reaches up her hand and touches it softly to the windowpane.

Slowly the sun, its light diffused by the grey clouds, rises higher and higher into the sky, and the little girl continues to stare out the window in silence. The sun reaches its zenith and begins to fall, and still she stares. The sun falls down toward the horizon, and the street is bathed in a golden light. Still, the little girl stares.

Finally, the sun disappears behind the distant hills, and the dark street is lit by the harsh glow of electric lights. At last, the little girl lets her hands rest at her sides. She hangs her head slowly. Gently, she closes her eyes. For a moment, nothing happens.

Then, her chin begins to tremble ever so slightly. A single, glistening tear begins to emerge from between her tightly closed eyelids. Slowly, it grows bigger and bigger, until at last, it rolls down her cheek, leaving a thin, shiny streak on her face.

The little girl then draws in a slow, deep breath: one of those long breaths which seem to go on forever. Then, she parts her lips ever so slightly, and lets out the breath very slowly, breathing a soft mist onto the windowpane. She then slowly draws the curtain, turns, and walks away.


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