April 13

when it rains
I stand and let the drops
tap their rhythm on my face
I listen closely to their arrival
and feel their journey
as they drizzle down
to collect
just underneath my chin

I reach up and wipe away
what has gathered,
only to feel them return once more
and I sigh

when it rains, I can’t tell if the drops
that tap their rhythm on my face
and flow down across my cheeks
to gather just beneath my chin
are sent from the dark clouds above
or from the trail of want
in my heart

© Copyright 2014 Melissa Leigh Clarke. All Rights Reserved.

About Melissa Leigh

I believe that every life is full of endless moments that help you, hurt your, change you, inspire you, and allow you to mold yourself into the best version of yourself that you can possibly be. Stories exist in all of us and need to be shared in order to grow.
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