Rain,
go away,
your presence no longer
comforts me,
filled with memories
best left dry.
Rain
we ran through when
caught in the park,
ending up drenched
and walking,
unconcerned.
Rain
soaked hair falling in ringlets
across laughing eyes,
drops cling from tips
reluctant to be separated
from her touch.
Rain,
a deluge of noise
through open windows
as we made love to flash
and thunderclap, passion
poured out like rain.
Rain,
go away.
Better the desert,
parched and dry,
than the flood of feeling
your descent would bring.
rain drop (Photo credit: kicksave2930)
For the Carry On Tuesday prompt of “rain, rain, go away.”
Awakened Words 
I want the rain send it my way. Beautiful beautiful portrayal.
Ah! kinda dreamy…enjoyed!
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Just as the lawn was dry enough to mow, the heavens opened. The story of 2012. Your poem is a lovely treatment of a subject I’d rather not see for a while.
Oh, I love this stanza:
“Rain
soaked hair falling in ringlets
across laughing eyes,
drops cling from tips
reluctant to be separated
from her touch.” … Especially the wet ringlets. Gorgeous.
filled with memories
best left dry.
…great line…my favorite of the piece.
Loved this. Beautiful imagery and made me feel very wistful. I do love the rain
a beautiful series of remembered rains…..your words are so emotion-charged, I could feel them…
For so many reasons, Mark, I really (really!) like this one. Some reasons are held within the words themselves…others, because of your turn of phrase (your presence no longer…and…passion/ poured out like rain). Stunning, Mark. I love it.
Simply beautiful.A great take on the prompt.