Rain

~ ~M

During the heart of summer silliness
shimmery beads spill softly
subduing, yet giving rise
to the warm embrace of the day.

A kaleidoscope of kisses
clings to my sun-scorched skin
whispering sweet nothings
in my worn-out, weathered ears.

A single drop sizzles
on the tip of my tongue
pieces of parched earth
come alive in my mouth.

I drink in the days of my youth
the ends of eras, no longer lost
forgotten moments flickering
embers that never quite expired.

A flood of emotions permeates
all the hidden parts of me.
Funny, I could’ve sworn
I’d never see days like this again.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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29 thoughts on “Rain”

    1. Thank you, I guess I’ve still got it then. 😆lol
      I’ve not written any new poetry in ages, but today was just one of those days where it bubbled gently to the surface and spilled out as a rain. 😉

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