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When the rain comes...

Posted to Action Poetry

I see golden burst
Rain storm
Hanging over
Condensed pain,
Illuminating him as he
Drags on a cigarette,
Remarking on the weather.
Saying nothing,
He feels me with his eyes,
And turns away.
I coast into the kitchen,
Feeling him on the tip of
My tongue.
He glides in after me,
I receive him with a smile.
Enclosing me quietly, he says
Remember when you used
To be scared of rain?
And then IÂ’m laughing
And drowning out