The Summer Rains, oh how they rein in this poor Poet's brain.

Sinbad the SailorMan By Sinbad the SailorMan, 24th Jul 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Stuck in a sudden torrential down pour, this poet remembers one summers night making love in the rain, with a great faining passion.

Summer Reins

Tip tap splat goes the rain
As it continually dances upon my
Weathered brain

It nearly drives me insane
For with each and every drop
Appears another tear drop

In the corners of my minds eye
They never seem to stop
I so loved the summer rains

And their lighting of the skies
Their screams of thunder
Oh how they make me wonder; why?

The waves of winds
Watching those old trees bend
The taste of their sweet waters

The smell of renewal
Left behind by their duel; with me
Their harmless baneful dance upon my nude back

As I sheltered you they would attack
As whips they merely cut upon the skin
Then they’d turn softly and back away

To a feathered mist as they disappear
They so remind me of you
But, so will every breath I breathe

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


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