Come rain

Here is a little poem about a thing that comes with autumn and whose charm is as unclear to you as that of an autumn morning, with its coldness, and with its sunshine, and with its haziness, and with its tendency to make you wish it doesn’t go away so quickly.

Well, here I am describing and even (damn…) naming things I haven’t a clue about.

Or maybe I have. It’s the haziest clue possible, though.

she is like rain

when you hear her talk,
you could be lying on grass,
and letting her words soak you,
ground you in your field of autumns’

almost forgotten
with autumn comes rain

Have a good day,


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I'm an unprofessional writer, reader and translator. I'm also a walking, breathing and listening addict. And I love being all that.

One thought on “Come rain”

  1. I like the title of this poem, because it gives an explanation as to why the poem was written. The author is yearning for love to fall into his life, gently like the rain, and imagines her words flowing into his ears, seeping into his mind and making autumn the ground which he might as well be. It’s so beautiful…the thought and the words….

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