When It Rains

[Laura Stone]

When It Rains

This journey was different from others;
I never expected to find myself
beneath a flowering tree in Prague
or in a crowded sidewalk café,
but when I opened my door that winter
you were there, as if you had always been.

You took my hand and showed me
a place I had only dreamed of,
and when we arrived,
it was as if I had known it all my life;
your soft cheek in the morning,
whispers of your voice at night,
endless days melted into another.

When the rain softly falls,
I’m reminded of your song;
recall the promise that lives.

[Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47]

Hauntingly beautiful, Laura. You took me there.

In the last line of the second stanza-did you want to say either

"endless days melted into (one) another"
or
"endless days melted, one into the other"?

[MichaelFirewalker]

yes, me too----"beneath a flowering tree in Prague" is an exquisite line, and the focal point of the poem----everything else seems to bloom from that line, that tree----love the last line too, because it does not speak of endings...

michael

[Laura Stone]

Thanks to you both.... I appreciate the read of this. They have been coming more slowly as of late. Bit discouraged.

Laura

[Ken_Nye]

Laura, this is just lovely. A beautiful reflection of a wondrous time and place. Lovely.

Ken

[mfwilkie]

Good things come slowly, Laura.

I've been looking at this for a bit, and was wondering if you'd consider trying this with 'promise' introduced first, and in the third person?

And define 'place' deeper.

This journey was different from others;
but when I opened my door that winter
you were promise was there, as if you he had always been.

This reminds me of your Paris poem.

Maggie




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