...In the rain...

A young man's head hung deep,
as he let the rain pour over his body.
He sat there with his up on the curb where he sat,
while his arm folded over his knee.

His mind ran through the possibilities,
a hundred times over in that skull of his.
His wet hair swooped dwon over his right eye,
as he continued to keep his eyes closed.

He loved the rain...
He loved it because it calmed him.
The small droplets slowly massaging his back,
and soaking away his worries made him feel at ease.

The sheets of comfort fell from the sky,
as if they were watery arms.
Arms that would hold him,
in his desperate time of need.

His tears that had fallen,
had already become a part of the rain.
The ground no longer dry,
and neither was he in any way.

He cared not that his shirt was soaked.
Cared not that his pants were not heavy with rain.
Cared not that his hair was drentched with water.
He only cared that he wasn't sad anymore.

His mind was clearer,
and his focus restored.
He was new as he rose his attention,
to see the dream that stood before him.

The vision he had...
was closer than before.............

By: White Rose

Wow this is great! I liked this poem.. I mostly like love poems but this was excellent. It has great detail and I could easily make out these powerful pictures.. Keep up the work!

yup.. gotta agree with samurai there.. :p the picturing or the description was very good indeed... well played ^^ keep up the good work...will be reading more of urs from now on ^^

:eek: Wow.... *speechless*.....*after an hour*......*ahem*

that was a really incredible poem @.@ :hattip:

I loved the description, scheme and where it was set. :2thumbs:

:hattip: keep up and I'll keep reading them :D