Confessing Rains

Like a child hiding under a bed,
I watch the rain fall below the trees,
I see her bare, her secrets said,
Confessions riding upon the breeze.

She comes so nigh,
She comes to call,
She comes to cry,
She comes to fall.

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"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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15 Responses to Confessing Rains

  1. Oloriel says:

    Perfection of emotional simplicity, loved it Shaini!

  2. Sahm King says:

    Shainbird… This piece is so beautiful. I mean, lyrically…the rhythm is spot on, the words are…fantastic (that’s the best word I can think of to describe the effect this poem has). Very nicely penned.

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  4. Bastet says:

    Loved it and it sent a tingle up my spine when I read the last four lines.

  5. Cubby says:

    Flows so beautifully. Absolutely love it. Excellent piece! 🙂

  6. Yoshiko says:

    Why do you hide to see the rain?


    • Shainbird says:

      ‘Hiding’ here is used more for imagery than it is to be taken literally. I was standing under the trees watching the rain fall without seeing the sky and it felt like playing hiding-go-seek as a child hiding under beds and you can only see feet shuffling around. Thank you Yoshiko for stopping by 🙂

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