Monday, April 28, 2014

mourning rain

photo by PSC / 2012

mourning rain

he wakes in morning to the rain
tapping on roof tiles
closes his eyes
to better attend to the sound, a
syncopated lilt, in sync
with the wind’s
recalling her laughter; he
slips out of bed, strides to the slider,
opens the door and
steps outside
closing his eyes
to savor the mellow petrichor –
smooth intermingled spring scents, a perfume
reminiscent of her own sweet essence;
he stands silent in the soaking rain
eyes closed
steeped in mourning


Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge:  Day 26 – A water poem:


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