Summer Rain #Poetry

I remember the moment that the generator stopped humming. Like a catch in Summer’s hot breath,

I could hear the storm crawling across the skies to pour life into the parched Earth. Scratching its way to my world while leaving scars that lit up the night.

I played with my tangled curls that tumbled around my pillow and thought about how connected everything is.

Each raindrop I heard fall was a bit like a love letter calling me home. So I unlocked the wooden window if only to catch a single drop in my hands.

But the skies had other plans and whistled as wind blew the window wide open and without a care or worry-

My essence caught them all.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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1 Response to Summer Rain #Poetry

  1. Renee Espriu says:

    A beautiful poem, Getchen. You bring a single drop of rain to life with a subtle nuance and deep feeling. Hope you are doing well.

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