And so it poured ,
Like heavens had given up,
Like it was the end.
The thunder was deafening,
like it wanted to say something,
or prevent something being said.
There was a time I loved the rain,
I danced , I jumped and thumped my chest
But now
I walked slowly,
Clutching the last hope,
Maybe I am drowning.
Maybe , Maybe is the wrong word,
because I know exactly,
The rain hurts when the umbrella is gone.
“The rain hurts when the umbrella is gone” – Love this line, beautiful philosophical undertone, works on so many levels.
Thanks a Lot for your comments 🙂 Poetry is so beautiful…open to interpretations based on the readers own experiences