Rain hammers the windows and wind whips the trees; others may relish the storm sounds, but she does not. Gray sadness seeps through the cracks she has tried so hard to fill with joy. Wrapped in a blanket, she feels like she will never be warm again.
She would like to escape from it all, to run free in the sunshine, to dance in a field of wildflowers. But there is no sunshine, no flowers, and her inner song has gone silent. She wants to fly away in search of joy, but she cannot. She is tethered to the sadness carried on the wind, and drowning in the sound of the rain.
Beautiful
Thank you so much!
Beautiful and emotional.
Thanks so much, Lucille, for letting me know this touched you.
Great poem Elise. It’s funny how weather can make us feel. Love the sunny days. Loved the poem.
Thanks so much, Rosemary, for letting me know you enjoyed it.