This Poem was Submitted By: Sue Black On Date: 2002-01-13 23:26:40 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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I sit here, alone wrapped in the echos of pouring rain This,  is not that  of a spring rain Bringing forth new life after a long slumber Nor,  is this a summer rain Quenching the thirst of a parched soul dried  by a red-hot sun Neither,  is this a fall rain Washing the faces of beautifully hued leaves But, a winterís rain Cloaked in a numbness of cold Drop, by drop like the beat of  a distant drum My heart joins the rhythm as your memory courses through my veins The thunder roars engulfing the room as my pulse quickens Bolts of lightening emerging around me as my eyes conform Another storm weathered as my tears pool upon the floor

Copyright © January 2002 Sue Black

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