Rainy Days
By: C. Hemphill
The rain has a refreshing tendency,
Mends me,
Like liquid concrete
Filling the cracks to make me new,
Not so blue,
But clear as the lines that I tend to skew.
Let me inside the cool of your skin,
Make amends,
For the skeletons
that won’t allow the door to close,
But the rain flows,
And I listen to the sound of hope outside my window.
The smell of clarity mixed with you,
My morning dew,
Break through
And rest upon my manic mind,
Where you’ll find,
A world with only you and I left behind.
I sink in the oceans of your eyes,
As gray as the sky
That gently lies
Whispering the secrets of the trouble she’ll stir,
Everything a blur,
As I settle like sand on the bottom of where we were
the rain tells the secrets of where we’ve been,
Her notes begin,
And from within,
The rumble tells a tale of circumstance,
I take a chance,
And it’s you and I and the rain that now dance.
The rain has a refreshing tendency,
Mends me,
Like liquid concrete
Filling the cracks to make me new,
Not so blue,
But clear as my mind when I’m with you.
