When Comes the Rain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The clouds obscure the sun. It is the dawning of another day. Gray and cold and damp. When comes the rain the ghosts of yesterday return. The darkening skies embracing the specter of shadows that hide in the folds of time as it unfurls beneath the canopy of the dimming light.

WHEN COMES THE RAIN

By Al Garcia

The clouds obscure the sun.  It is the dawning of another day.  Gray and cold and damp.  When comes the rain the ghosts of yesterday return.  The darkening skies embracing the specter of shadows that hide in the folds of time as it unfurls beneath the canopy of the dimming light.  The spirits of the night relishing the dark cover in the sky to live beyond the darkness of the night before.

It is the sun rays that ignite the human spirit and the moon beams that rejuvenate and energize the human soul, and dreams that seem to live and want to be.  And when comes the rain so to come the fading memories of my past.  I can hear and see the raindrops as they fall and break, and fade away into pools of liquid tears for all the sorrows I have felt.  The clouds obscure the sun and the rays of hope that suckled the budding promises of now decaying dreams of those that once touched my heart and soul, and that now inhabit the core of me.  When comes the rain so to come the tears of remembered moments that will never reappear or reemerge when the sun rays come and wash away the clouds, and stop the falling rain.

It is when comes the rain that my strength is washed away.  I am left without the light of the sun or the rays of the moon to conceal the shadows and the ghosts of those that now reside inside of me.  Their faces and voices, their laughter their joy – how can they still be a part of me?  I talk to them and listen to their silent words.  I see a glimpse of them and feel the presence of their soul.  And yet I miss them when the light returns, and sometimes pray for the times when they return – when comes the rain.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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